“They’re my good luck charms Andie. They brought you to me and they’ll see to it that our dreams and plans for the future come true.”“I feel... warm all over Charlie when I’m near them like this. I just love these little charms. Are they really magic?”“Very much so. Would you like a demo?”“Such as?”“Do you trust me yet?”“So far I do. You’re not going to play a dirty trick on me are you?”“No, but I can give you an orgasm that will make you want me forever.”“I’ve never had an orgasm. I wouldn’t know. That meant nothing to me, and there was no explanation of ‘without’. What could be the point of something ‘without’? Nowadays that might have been described as ‘blowjob’ but back then I don’t think any online dictionary would have used that word. So when the word ‘blowjob’ was mentioned about the love of my life, I had to learn more. Given the forum where I’d read it, and the context of the thread, I gathered it was something sexual, though I couldn’t imagine what – what was it that was blown. It had now been two months since my wife began her intimate relationship with her black lover and life is wonderful. The pleasure that I get from seeing them in bed together is amazing. I am still passionate with my wife, through blowjobs and deep kissing; the only thing that we don’t share is the sexual intercourse or her naked body.We love each other very deeply and although we do not share bodily contact, our life together is so wonderfully happy; we are still devoted to each other and share. Wrong. Siobhan was at least as tall and outweighed Sean by thirty pounds. She was wearing cut up jeans and a torn Theatre of Tragedy concert shirt, with no bra. Her boots did not even match.She also sized me up and I saw the family resemblance. Sean stood aside, grinning widely. Siobhan's first word was "Spiffy." Presently, she went on, "I bet your workplace is immaculate, though maybe not your apartment. Good taste. Impeccable. Clean. God you move well. Sean said you danced, but he understated.