It was Aunt Charlotte headed to the bathroom. And “Geez she is wearing nothing but her bra and panties,” I screamed in my mind.My little cock thro...bbed with the sight of her slowly walking down the hall. That meant she would need to come back down the hall. I waited, it seemed like hours. Then the toilet flushed, I waited, my little cock ached, the throbbing was like the time I hit my thumb with the hammer. I closed my eyes and rubbed it some more thinking it would stop the throbbing.It was. Since she always slept in a nightgown I knew what she wanted. As she reached for my cock she said:"I don't like fighting with you Alan."All I could think of is what Hanson had said. "According to Sam the husband doesn't get the job done where it counts - in the bedroom." I turned away from Laurie and for the first time in our nine year marriage I said:"Not tonight Laurie, I don't feel like it."It was dark in the room so I didn't see her face and I wondered if it showed shock or if there might. Conventions are notorious pick-up spots – everyone’s away from home and the rings come off by the end of the first night. And double that for writers, who are a notoriously randy bunch. So I was trying to encourage her to make this the time she did something. At one point, I texted her, You know it’s Ok with me if something happens.And to my complete surprise, she texted back, I think something is happening.My mind raced and my cock was hard from the time I got that text until when she finally. I think I love you!"My heart swelled and I beamed. "I love you too!", and while it may seem silly reading it, it was a very dramatic moment for us, and we launched at each other. I found myself laying flat on my back (still with the pillow) with her laying on top of me as we kissed each other. While we did so, we also fondled each other's breasts, and, I have to say, the best fifteen seconds of my life kept updating. A lot. It felt so good and so right. I loved her. She loved me. Skin on skin.