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"I want another one," Megan said breast-feeding Danny one night. I meant to tell you, but things have been so crazy around here lately." "So, you might all ready be pregnant? I wanted more, but that's all we seemed to have time for. Get yourself cleaned up because our boys will be up shortly.

"I only want two and I want them close together so they can be playmates and best friends." "When are you planning on going off the pill? When Megan said that she and her group of co-workers were stopping for drinks after work on Friday I wasn't happy about it at first. We'll talk later." It looks like she wanted to say something but didn't and headed for the stairs. They ate, watched a few things on television and then settled in with their Play Station. When Megan didn't come downstairs, I went looking for her.

He must be a gym rat or work construction, as he looked more than just a little fit. Back in bed, she cuddled up next to me and immediately went to sleep. We'd been married ten years, and in the last couple of years this was one, of only a few times, Megan had been the aggressor. It wasn't as wild as last night, but she did need to muffle her screams of joy with a pillow when I ate her to two orgasms. Hell it was a great one—how could it not have been. I was experienced but had never tried anal and few other things she brought up after coming home after a girls night out.

I had no doubt he sported a six-pack or maybe a twelve-pack under that tight shirt of his. "Thanks, I needed that," she said kissing me one last time as we both tried to catch out breath. Don't get me wrong, she always got into it, even when she wasn't in the mood, but I could count on one hand the number of times she'd initiated love making lately. "Just made it, help yourself." I poured a cup and sat down at the table. "Is that all you girls do is talk about sex and compare husbands?

I specialize in counseling wives of sex addicts, and I often see women who haven’t told anyone about their husband’s addiction, sometimes for months or even years.

The lack of support available to spouses, and often inaccurate information being put out about partners of sexual addicts, can cause a wife to suffer additional trauma and feel like she is partially responsible for her husband’s behavior.

And don't worry, they're going to pay dearly for this little stunt." He left and I planned my revenge.

I felt like the fifth wheel, as I was usually the only guy at a table of six to eight women.

I thought I was satisfying her in bed, but now I wasn't so sure. We tell each other what a bitch our wives can be sometimes and how they tell us what we can and can't do. It's on my credit card." "You want it, you find it.

My head didn't clear and I realized I wasn't comfortable with where certain aspects of our sex life was going. I've been worried sick and couldn't reach you because you left your damn cell phone on the counter." I'd done that on purpose. If not I can come back when you're done." Thankfully she caught the sarcasm in my voice. I've never asked any on my friends how deep their wife's pussy is. The next one she brought home had gay guys doing it. I'm going to bed." There was no tenderness that night. Hell, until you I'd only seen about seven or so dicks and those were at male review nights. Hell it was a month before she'd even let me come near her much less get between her legs.

Just like deer caught in a headlight, no one moved. That is until the ladies asked for more than a dance. Maybe I should have cut in and reclaimed my wife or at least made an appearance at their table to let her know I'd been there tonight. I just watched and took two three-minute slow dance videos where they tried to fuck each other on the dance floor and then left. I was sitting in the dark kitchen waiting for her to come in tonight. The group had branched out to more than one club and some nights it took me a while to find her. More than once I took a video of what she was doing but I never saw her sneaking out to her or his car so I wasn't sure how far they'd gone. When Megan finally came home tonight she saw that the television was on and walked into the living room to turn it off. Seconds earlier I'd heard her unsuccessfully try the knob.

Their eyes scanned the crowd looking for me but I was long gone. I shouldn't laugh but it was funny." I got lucky that night and most of the time on Friday nights when she got home. Instead of the usual , it was almost am when tried to quietly tip toe in. She put her hand to her mouth and crumbled to the carpet.

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