I’ve been with my wife for over 30 years. I trust her. She always told me the truth, although sometimes not necessarily right after. When she got the job she presently works at, she told me she felt attracted to one of the firm partners, a gentleman over 20 older than her, handsome and cultured. Shortly after he passed away she told me about his attributes. A winter Sunday morning I recall we were having coffee when she got a call. It was him asking her to come pick up some documents at his place to take next day to work for he was going to be absent. She was in her sleep shirt and said she wanted to change but I told her to just put on a coat that I would drop her, get milk, and pick her up on my way back from the store. She was 46 at that time. He was 69. Once in the supermarket I told her it was going to take me longer, actually it took me around an hour. She told me what happened. She went to the kitchen to make coffee but she was too warm and decided to take off her coat for a little bit. While coffee was brewing he approached her from behind and put his hands on her hips. She turned around quickly but he was so close their lips touched. He hugged her tightly and she surrendered to his erection against her belly.
