I told my husband the same that night.“What’s to get, Honey? Your boss is an asshat.” Garrick worried. I’d never said that to him. Had Claire?...“Can I come, Mommy?” Andy piped up. Yes, he could, right on Mommy’s hand.“No, Sweetheart, you help Dad.”Our son glanced suspiciously at his father. “I dunno. Pop’s takes care of himself better than okay.”I witnessed Garrick soak up the compliment. “Andy, Mommy needs time by herself.”“Awww, I wanna see Grandma.” He wanted to get sick from the cookies and. So for the next few years, we settled down to a life of work and my sexy adventures with an occasional trip to the sex club or adult bookstore. We still made love but not as often as before. As the years went by my husband’s company began doing so well that I could have quit and stayed home as his country club trophy wife. My husband is twenty five older than me and I’m still the same size and shape I was when we met, but I knew that I would go crazy without my sex adventures when I traveled.. Let's call him Brandon. Brandon was one of those straight b*o types who seemed to always blare his crappy music when I was studying. He was also kinda cute, and I loved looking at him in his boxers as he climbed out of bed each morning. I never saw Brandon without his boxers, but I sometimes jerked myself to sleep, imagining his cock carelessly slipping through the unbuttoned fly as he pulled aside his sheets. Peering at Brandon's bare shoulders peeking out from under his covers, I would. At the same time she felt an acute embarrassment. She wanted Rupert to see her as grown woman, not a child, and here she was moistening his chest.She tried to apologise, but her voice wouldn't work. Instead, he placed his hand on her cheek and smiled, then cradled her head once more.Joanna could remember their first kiss. Rupert's lips brushed her hair, then her forehead. It thrilled her. She remembered the erotic dreams she'd had, dreams of their naked bodies together.That gentle touch snapped.