I have every intention, like I normally do when you wander off, of getting up and going to where you are. I'll curl up on you while you work and go ba...ck to sleep. You pet me while you think and work out different parts of the story in your head. Some times you brush your fingers over my nipples, or run your fingers through my pussy or sometimes you just run your hand over my hair and down my back just petting me like your big pussy cat. But this morning all my good intentions are washed away by. He knew she was not telling him the truth, but he had a busy night preparing for his meeting and had niether the energy or effort to argue with his beautiful wife. Kieth got changed into his running gear and went for his daily 5 mile jog, this always cleared his head. When he returned, he showered, ate his evening meal and spent the rest of the evening planning for his meeting the following day. The alarm rang out at 6.30am and Lynn rolled over to switch it off, groaned and stretched and got. And picked right up where we'd left off. By morning, our loins (and bones) were sleeping most contentedly.*******************************************************************************Last night, I wanted another man, but he was being seriviced by another Joe like him. I'm not the kinda gal to take second fiddle to anyone in that department--and decorum prevented me from being a back alley whore cat to a quadruple male orgy--so I went home, buzzing with testosterone of my own to share with my. ‘Neighbors talk,’ she said in explanation, kissing him. Tom couldn’t find his underpants and there was no way her panties would fit. She kissed him and rolled over to sleep, leaving him to let himself out. His usefulness had ended. Tom borrowed the cabby’s newspaper and found the picture of virginal Wendy on page 7. Well Tina would be pleased and Wendy would smile cynically. Jasper would be basking in his success and good on him. Glancing through the business section he found a photo of himself.