I guess that sort of stunned her. She drummed one of her hands from her hip and just stood there for a second. I could see in her face that she w...as re-grouping her thoughts because she didn’t get the answer she thought she was going to get. “What I want to know is, why are you masturbating when you have a wife and can get relief just about whenever you want?” “Well…. I’ll tell you why…” I said. I picked up the porno magazine I was looking at and held it up, showing my wife pics of. She felt as if her body was floating as she slowly unwrapped her legs from around him. He lowered her to her feet. He held her gently to him, his hands and arms softly pressing her body against his. She shivered. His hands were slowly lowering the zipper on the back of her wedding dress.She'd chosen a simple, tea-length gown with a full skirt in a creamy, off white color that complimented her skin tone. She felt it would have been sacrilegious to wear a white wedding dress for a ceremony in a. ‘Oh, wow, Jennifer, you look so awesome! Let me use the bathroom and brush my teeth, and I’ll be right in. Oh, did you notice? I got you a toothbrush and some cream rinse and a hair dryer.’ You know what I did? I went right back in the bathroom with Mark, and we were both brushing our teeth together, jammed up against the small sink in his bathroom. It was a bit weird, because I was naked and he was still completely dressed, but, you know, even that seemed natural to me. I did at least leave. You're sitting up on the edge of the bed, one leg tucked under the other, that shortened skirt of yours high up on your thighs; a beer - my beer! - in one hand, the other resting on your knee, the phone cradled against your shoulder. "No...wasn't like that! No! I mean it was... it was passionate! ... It was not sleazy!... Okay... okay! Do you want me to tell you? ...Kristen! Do you want me to tell you what really happened and not Audrey's fucked-up porno fantasy?" I raised one eyebrow both at.