It was emasculating to have to remember everythingthat had happened to me. Seeing my wife be unfaithful, me beingintimately involved in the act, and ...incapable of doing anything about it,were all disturbing. The most difficult to deal with, however, was howturned on I had been by it all. And the feeling of unmet need that wasboth psychologically damaging and physically uncomfortable.I heard them get out of bed and go to the nearby bathroom, where theyshared a shower. From what I could make. I couldn’t believe my ears. Partly in shock, I called him a pervert. Sex was over and I refused to talk to him. But something must have struck a chord in me as I couldn’t get what he had asked out of my mind. A couple of days later, my curiosity got the better of me, and I searched 'hot-wife' stories! I have to say after my initial shock of reading what he was actually wanted me to do, I ended up reading a couple of the stories. To my embarrassment, I was starting to get turned on. I turned off. Your soft warm skin that moves under my touch, sometimes flinching, sometimes stiffening as the touch of this man you have met only once before continues to give you so much pleasure. I continue to move my hands over your tummy and my excitement builds as I get to your breasts. I take the bottle and drizzle more oil onto the mounds all over and around the nipples, the cool liquid making you jump and laugh again. I smile and feel myself becoming harder as I watch this. Your breathing becoming. .. um ... toy?" He remembered her using that word, which was a lot easier to say than "dildo!" Toy?" she frowned."I think that's what they call them. A euphemism that's politically correct," he guessed, correctly."Oh. Okay. Sure. I'd actually feel a little better if she was there." Great. She said to give her an hour and she'll come pick you up." You're not going?" Honey," he said with gravity in his voice. "I want you to try to imagine being me, a man, who is with the light of his life, his.