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up on me, “Did that make you feel better?”
    Actually it made me feel worse. I pondered her new willingness to give me head, wondering what he did to change her so completely.
    She continued her story. Once his shaft was buried in her, he moved slowly in and out until she was so excited, she had an intense orgasm. He held her close, with his dick stuffed in her, until she finished coming. Then he started fucking again slowly, gradually increasing the pace of his strokes until they both were ready to climax.
    It was so intense that she got light-headed. All she could do was grunt as his cock rammed in her pussy. He moaned loudly and kissed her deeply as he climaxed in her. She said she actually felt the semen spurt in her womb as he pumped in her over and over.
    She said that when it was over and they calmed down, she was embarrassed. But he stroked her and said it was the best lovemaking he ever experienced. She told me she didn’t want to hurt my feelings, but she had told him honestly that it was the best time for her too. My heart sank when I realized that I might be losing her to someone who could satisfy her better than I could.
    She went on. After they lay cuddling for a while, they showered, washing each other, and he got hard again. He asked her to blow him, and she agreed. She knelt down in the shower, and as she sucked, he stroked in and out of her mouth. She reached up between his legs and fondled his balls, feeling them contract when he was ready to come. She got so turned on stroking his balls that she decided to let him come in her mouth. Once again he seemed to come in quarts. She tried to swallow it, but there was so much, it flowed around her lips and down her chin onto her breasts.
    After they finished showering they got dressed and she came home. I asked if she planned on seeing him again. She said she had feelings for him, which made her uneasy because she did not want to lose me or our kids. She said she thought she might like to try it again if everything were just right, including my ability to handle it. I said the way I felt right then, I didn’t want her to ever make love to another man, it made me so jealous and hurt so deeply. She said she didn’t want to hurt me and promised she wouldn’t ever take a lover again.
    Over the next few weeks, things got back to normal between us. Gwen revealed no interest in a repeat of her affair. Our sex life heated up. We got it on at least every other night, with a passion I hadn’t experienced since early in our marriage.
    Monday of last week, after leaving for work, I had to return home for my glasses. The phone rang. I picked up to hear Gwen answering on the upstairs phone. My heart sank when I heard a man ask, “When are we going to get together again?”
    After a long pause, Gwen said, “I told my husband about the other night, and he made me promise to end it.”
    Stephen (I assumed) said he would abide by her wishes but she owed it to him to meet with him to talk things through. During the excruciating silence, my heart pounded as I prayed she would turn him down. I was devastated when she said she’d meet him the next day after work at the same hotel they’d used before. She didn’t see what was in store for her, but I knew our marriage had come full circle from the night all those years ago when she had agreed to go to Chicago for a weekend with her college “friend.”
    I was determined to see this thing to a conclusion, no matter how bad it hurt. I took the afternoon off from work and waited in a secluded booth in the hotel bar. Stephen arrived first I recognized him from a photo in a newsletter story Gwen had written about him. He stood in the lounge entrance and looked around. When he didn’t see her, he went out to the hotel lobby.
    I followed him. He went to the reservation desk. Moving within earshot, I heard him reserve a room and the clerk say the room number as she handed him the key. As soon as he returned to the bar, I managed to