I played dumb for a second and she said to me "do you think she would do this for you?". Before I knew it my wife's hand was in my and rubbing my crot...ch. I couldn't help but pull back at first, surprised but then went with it. I was surprised because she is the shy one that has to be convinced no one will catch us and it is OK no one is around. So imagined me being taken aback that she was rubbing my crotch in a semi-crowded bar with others close by. Soon as she began to rub I felt my c**ck. I faked a couple of orgasms and moaned like he was splitting me in two. When we were done he almost cried explaining it was the best night of sex he had ever had. I wanted to slap him and toss him out the front door but I agreed with him and told him it was special for me also. We dated almost every night for a month after that night and I gave him any kind and as much sex as he could handle. At the end of the month after we made love one night this pansy started to cry and told me he loved me.. He had, from the beginning, seemed very apart and perhaps even arrogant, but in a charming manner. She had responded gradually to his quiet prompting and allowed herself to become vulnerable in some very personal ways. He always seemed to respect and appreciate her efforts to understand and trust as he knew that this was not always easy for her, this surrender, this vulnerability. He sensed that he had asked things of her and about her that no one had before. It was a new and simple path, but. Louis.”“I know, we talked too. I’ll be home in ten minutes, providing Allison is ready. Bye.”“Bye.”Allison was ready, running out of the house as soon as I turned into the drive.“Hi, Dr. Lombardi,” she said as soon as the car door was closed. “Thanks for the ride.”“No problem.” I turned to her as I said it, and was rewarded with a wonderful smile. Allison was my favorite of Karen’s friends. She was by far the prettiest, stunningly beautiful actually. Much prettier, even, than Karen, and I see.