When they discovered the k**s were in bed they wanted to get into the sex right away but we slowed them down and made them sit down to dinner and at l...east keep their underwear on. After dinner we all settled into the sofas in the lounge and Ash was cuddling in a corner with Andy when I looked over at her and winked. She just smiled and nodded so I stood and announced,“ Ash and I have a little surprise for you boys” Ash came over to me and we gently stripped what little clothing we had on off. I chuckled; that level head of hers was the reason I was here and not locked up right now. She turned us both until she had her back to the door and then backed up, leading me to her bedroom. I followed eagerly and scooped her up into my arms as we crossed into the room. She wrapped her legs round me, her breath shortening. I dropped her onto the bed and stretched over her. “I shouldn’t be doing this,” I said against her lips between soft lingering kisses. “Why not?” “Because, I shouldn’t be. The girl was covered from head to toe in the stretchy, shiny, black suit that was like a second skin, covering her body. She was able to speak and breathe well enough, and didn’t seem to mind at all what she was poured into. The man noticed her staring at the encased girl. He then spoke to her, ”It’s a Zentai,” he said, “Its ritual Chinese for a courtesan to wear, in front of her master, you’ll get used to this, and so much more.” “What do you mean,” she asked. “You are here, once again, to. We still are, but things seemed to have leveled out for us. Our kisses became more chaste and our lovemaking sparse and routine. After years of marriage, and hundreds of nights spent together I often felt like I was alone as we shared a bed. She was an amazing woman and I truly adored her. She was the perfect wife and an exemplary lover so there was no reason for our distance. Had we become too complacent? I couldn’t find the reason, though it kept me up every night. I love my wife and I don’t.