The overwhelming thought pervading his mind, however, was how turned-on he was by what he had seen. Once more, Norbert’s hand touched his crotch and... rubbed his dick that was rock-hard again.Although Norbert got all his work submitted, he was fixated upon what he had seen at his home that day. Amazingly, as he ruminated on those events, Norbert kept popping a boner.When Norbert got home late that afternoon, Felicity was preparing their evening meal.“You look happy, Lissy, (a truncated endearment. She had changed over the years and not for the better. Those once perky breasts now sagged. Those tight thighs were now wrinkled. I was no longer turned on by the sight of my wife naked and I was horrified by the thought.I started to think. What was wrong with me? It had to be me, right? She was still the same woman I had married nearly 25 years ago. So what she had gained a lot of weight and her body suffered the effects of age and gravity. She had bore my two children. What more could I have. I smiled at her and said” I know baby but you only have one mum and it’s only for one night, “text me if you get lonely or you miss me”. With that I walked over and gave my baby a hug and a nice kiss on the lips. “Well baby I’d better get going to work. I have a heap of photos and editing to do. I love you heaps and text me later”. I kissed her again and walked out the door. It was around 4pm and I decided me that I was done with work for that day and headed to my favourite local bar for a. Nearly all done now, so go on, excused boots,” she chuckled.I sauntered across the hall, through a pair of double doors, towards the toilets and turned right into the hall kitchen. The lady who was expecting me, leaned unsteadily against the laminate worktop that surrounded me. There was a glass of white wine in danger of spilling the contents on the vinyl floor in her heavily ringed hand, the other hand steadying her, stiff at 45 degrees from her shoulder.I could see her state as I approached.