His head would explode.I left them to their fun and leaned over Christina’s shoulder, kissing along her cheek, seeking out her mouth. She got the hi...nt and turned her head, kissing me deeply while I kneaded her perfect tits in my hands. I started plucking at the nipples, pinching and tugging them while we kissed. Her tongue and mine dueled while my wife licked at my ear, telling me that she wanted to watch me take her and then she was whispering some of the things she wanted me to do to. My family didn’t know anything about things like that. The one time I tried to mention it to my mom. She started talking about her aunt Elsie who spent her life at the funny farm. She gave me a sharp look. In other words, shut up.I started drinking. Sometimes I’d be drunk three or four days trying to numb myself from it and the fear. When I started dating John it was a god send. He helped me slow down and as long as I focused on pleasing him the dreams and stuff would mostly go away. Life was. Jonathan, the best man, who was sitting on the other side of my wife, asked her if he could feel them. Without saying a word and her eyes still closed, she nodded her head yes. Jose slid his hand over to her other breast and Jonathan slid his in. "Nice" he soon declared with a big smile. I noticed two guys continued to massage my wife's leg and soon began making their way up her thighs. I noticed my wife was really beginning to enjoy all the attention when she began to gyrate her hips. Jonathan. . Dreaming of discovering my secret. I couldn't sleep and since I was lucky and didn't have to work tomorrow, I didn't feel the need to worry about a lack of sleep. Eventually I went into my bedroom and saw the pretty clothes laying on the bed. They were feminine and pretty. They laid on the bed and looked unloved. Unappreciated. They needed me as much as I needed them. I slept that night in my new nightie with panties underneath. I haven't slept that well in years and drifted to dreams of.