”I put the guest list I was reviewing down. I turned toward Ron and put my hand on his arm, “I understand, Honey, and I know you are trying very h...ard to do the right thing.” I took a deep breath and let it out. “I know how easily I got caught up in it the other day when you caught me doing exactly what I told you not to do.”Sounding exasperated as he expressed his frustration, “It’s killing me, Ma. I don’t want to sleep on the couch or move my computer out here to get away from it. I like my. Isn’t that right, baby? You don’t deserve to cum, do you?”I shook my head, no. I don’t deserve to cum.“Wow,” the guy said. “You?”I could actually hear my wife smile, a crackling of saliva. I could picture her vast smile, all toothy. “You’re sweet. Not today. I need to get cleaned up. Night out with the girls.”“So I’d better go, is what you’re saying.” And so he got dressed, and she walked him to the door, and I heard low conversation. I couldn’t make much of it out, except that I heard him say. ” The phone was silent a moment. I held my breath. “I think we should,” she said finally. We agreed to meet at a restaurant she liked in center city. I got there early and waited outside. I was a nice spring day, warm and breezy, and I saw her drive into the parking lot and followed her. She was dressed for business in a gray suit with a knee-length skirt and a white blouse. She looked stunning. We hugged and kissed easily and walked to the entrance holding hands. The cuisine was Asian. Everyone nodded in agreement to the bastard who spoke first. Poor girl, we are men we can handle the pain, but the lady needed first hand massage from an expert, said someone. I was in a state of shock. I did not say anything. How cunningly did they trap me. It was a brilliant conspiracy against me. I still sat in my seat unable to move. Guruji looked at me suspiciously. If I say No then all their planning will go in vain. These old men would be praying to god to hear a yes from me. Guruji.