For my wife, these relationships were a source of orgasms on a consistent basis (she doesn’t orgasm with me inside her) and excitement. I loved hear...ing about her trysts and our sex life was improved as a result. Each of my wife’s lovers was a married male and a friend. All were good looking, with at least average equipment, but most important, they were fun and intelligent guys who knew how to treat a lady. In the event she conceived with one of them we wanted guys who we wouldn’t mind having. ‘You okay? You’re all wet,’ he whispered back. ‘Yeah, I took a bath. I can’t sleep,’ she replied. She began to fondle the hair on his chest, running her fingers through the tangle. ‘What time is it?’ he asked in a sleepy voice. ‘I don’t know…late.’ She paused and then whispered, ‘I can’t stop thinking about work. You have to take my mind off of it.’ Now he understood what was going on. He felt her damp, warm skin against his body, he smelled her perfume, a scent he was so familiar with, and he. When I got the hoped for answer to the question of their good health, I asked about the man lying on the floor.Martha answered, "That poor man tried to help us when we were first accosted. He was hit over the head with a gun barrel. I hope that he is not seriously injured."I looked him over and found that he only had the gash and no broken bones. I was still bent over him when the marshal ran into the store. "What's going on here? Ladies, are you all right?"Martha answered, "Yes, we are all. She finished her cardio with a mile. Meanwhile, I did 5 miles and was super tired (I only use the treadmill and bicycle because I can’t run or ride a bicycle in the city).Then I took a break and saw that she came back to use the treadmill. When she started to run, I had an instant boner! My 8 inch was clearly visible through my running shorts. She stopped after 500m and walked towards the bench I was resting at. She looked at me and my boner and smiled; it was one of those smiles.I started.