But one wasn't enough, I needed more, needed to feel stretched. I jumped to three fingers, loving the way my outer lips strained just a little bit to ...accomidate the sudden change. I continued reading, continued teasing until I got used to my fingers, but I still craved more, I still hadn't cum. I started to gently tease my clit until I teetered on the very edge bliss...And stopped immediately, I was enjoying myself too much, I didn't want it to end yet. Next came my favorite toy, purple and. "Seriously, Sue? You don't know what it means? It's an expression that a wife, and only a wife, can bestow on a man. It's a man whose wife is fucking someone other than her husband, who by tradition, is the only man that should be fucking her," I explained."You asshole! That's a cruel thing to call a man, especially a man as proud as Jerry. He'll kick your ass if you call him that to his face, Bill!" Sue threatened."That would have concerned me a week ago, but not any more, Sue. He's a fucking. Kyle had told me that there would only be 2 waiters - another guy my age and myself - but he said that he would pay us $750 each for the night because of the extra work load. I arrived at Kyle’s and walked up to the front door. Kyle’s house was impressive - a huge house that could nearly be called a mansion. After knocking on the door I heard foot steps and the door opened. With the door opened I was faced with a reasonably good looking guy of about 30yo. The guy in front of me quickly. It's been a long time."It had been five years since I had said a word to her, since that terrible, awful day when she walked out of my life, our marriage. Five years of pretending to forget her, trying like hell to."Are you surprised to see me here? Probably not as surprised as I was when you left me."Even as the words left my mouth, I knew I was lying. I had known it was coming. Hindsight 20/20 and all that, the signs had been there. She had been distancing herself, withdrawing from me. I had.