He was a mistake.After a while, I began looking for other ways to enjoy sex without him. Masturbation, fantasy, some porn, a couple of toys, you know,... some things to supplement the bend-me-over-and-that-was-it. I got into reading erotic fiction, which was mixed: good and bad and a lot of bad grammar and mis-spelling. Oh, did I mention I got an MA in Psychology and had a counseling practice for twenty-five years before I got married? I did. Try not to judge me too harshly for winding up how I. It struck me is a ceremonial severing of ties with her past attitude. For those reasons, I breathed a bit easier and chose to give her second chance. There wouldn’t be a third chance and I told her that, too, though I didn’t mention my plans for arson if she broke her word.Anyway, it was Nadia who broke the ice. She knew that I resented her even now and also found the eager acceptance of her by my ladies a bit frustrating, even exasperating. I decided to try to give her another chance at. ****** Kisses; breathless urge. Want you, need you, impatience. Are you mine tonight? Your body on mine, Mine on yours; breath mingling Don’t stop yet, baby. Pleasure is building, Screams of ecstasy erupt Panting, we come down. I saw you as you walked in to the bar, your sparkling blue eyes locked on my hazel ones. I stood to greet you with an ear to ear grin on my face; my red sparkle tank clinging to my 36D breasts, showing just enough cleavage. I saw your eyes trace my form and settle on my. .. something?Her compliance did not still my burning anger. "This is my fucking house, and I hate the smell of smoke!" I was nearly yelling. "If you want to stay here you will do what I tell you! My house, my rules."There it was said. In all the time she had lived with my wife and me, I always looked for ways not to be around her, to say as little as possible to her, and effectively ignore her very existence. My wife had always been the peace-maker in our home, the buffer between two polar.