It got to the point where sexual contact became further and further apart. I rarely initiated, and only occasionally would my wife push my head down b...etween her legs to get some relief. We sort of lived separate lives but were able to keep it together for family occasions and friends et cetera. Increasingly though my wife developed a social life of her own. I guess I could have done the same, but the realisation that I couldn't satisfy my woman really impacted my confidence. I discovered porn. "Anyway, as I said, I followed your wishto the letter, you are a figurehead in the navy and from your positionon the prow men will certainly look up to you and there will be noshortage of ocean spray on your face." The Genie looked Jimmy up anddown like an artist admiring their work. "And other parts?"By now Jimmy's transformation into a wooden figurehead was nearlycomplete, the stiffness was creeping up his shoulders and about to starton his neck. The Genie lent down and tilted Jimmy's head. "Ms. Malone, ah, Sandy, my pants are hurting me. Is it OK if I take them off?" I asked.She laughed. "That is the whole idea -- while your at it, don't stop with your pants. Join me and take it all off!"I quickly did, ending with stepping out of my shorts. I stood there, my cock fully extended and sticking directly towards her cunt. We were separated by about five feet until she started gliding towards me."During the last lesson, I taught you how to finger fuck me. I also exposed you to the art. Warm but not hot, and with a steady sea breeze that cooled us off constantly. It was during one of our many breaks that something strange occurred. I was half-dozing in the sun with my eyes closed, letting my mind wander, when I could swear that I heard a soft feminine voice murmur in my ear. I couldn't be sure, but I thought it had said something like, "We're here," and "Find us!" I immediately opened my eyes and sat up, but all I saw was Ron sipping a drink and the beautiful horizon of sea.