I’d followed all the routines he’d given me. Eat right, stay trim, get as much light exercise as I could, lots of liquids, don’t get stressed. W...ell, that last one was a little harder to live by. I suppose getting clocked on Saturday night isn’t exactly avoiding stress. Remind me to apologize to Riley.I supposed my cup of espresso each morning wasn’t exactly on the program either.“What do I need to do?” I asked.“There’s not a lot you can do that you haven’t been doing, though I’d try to quit. My wife's argument was that she was virgin when we met and it would be wrong to be intimate with another man, especially since we were married. I tried my best to explain to her that it wouldn't be cheating if we planned it and this was something I really wanted her to do for me.Even though Jan refused to seriously consider my fantasy she began to realize that it turned me on when other men looked at her so she began to dress more provocatively when we went out. If she danced with another man. He had no style or technique but as his rough tongue explored she lay back and sighed with pleasure. What he lacked in technique he made up for with enthusiasm, and she was surprised by how much she enjoyed it.His hands cupped and kneaded her firm ass. He then pushed her and moved her hips up, showing her the way she had control. She took the hint and began to position herself where she wanted his tongue. Obediently he licked whatever part she presented him. When she was ready, she moved. Damn! I am so sorry that we haven't known each other better as adults." I love you, Maggie. I'm beating this cancer -- and we'll rekindle that relationship we used to have." I want to be close to you. But, first, I'm desperate to pee," she said with a giggle. She got up from the chair and walked into the bathroom, limping because of her painful toe. She turned on the light and closed the door behind her. Urine gushed out of her as she sat on the toilet. In the thin walls of the apartment, she.