You would have loved that your wife didn’t wear panties if you were alone with her ... but you were in your wife’s boss’ living room, with him; and your wife had told you, “honey, why don’t you spend this weekend with my boss and me? I’m sure that seeing him and me together will do you a lot of good ... I know you’ll always love me ... even though I’ve a lover.”

    You told your wife for the umpteenth time that you loved her and she said, “I know, honey, you must love me a lot to never ever complain of my affair with my boss. I have sex with him almost daily, I have had sex with him in our own bed, I let him come in my mouth but I’ve never sucked your penis ... and you never complain.”

    You love to feel my arms around your neck, to smell my perfume, to hear me whisper teasingly in your ear, “do you want a kiss?” Most husbands not longer pay attention to those small signs of affection but you do ... perhaps because of the many times you have heard me moaning as another man was fucking me.

    After months of absolutely no sex since your wife had told you that she had a lover and introduced him to you, she let you go down on her. You felt the happiest hubby for being allowed that intimacy, and even more because she said, "honey, I don't want you to feel excluded."