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I don't blame you for being angry, but do you really want to throw away your marriage because of this?" he asked.

Jim was sitting there taking it all in, when Ken finally finished. "I hear what you are saying, but she did it all behind my back, and even lied about it. Irene's been cold towards me for the last eight months. Hell I'd almost forgotten what her pussy looks like up until last Sunday. You see, she saved it for the guys she was strutting her stuff in front of and letting them paw her," he almost yelled. "So it's not all about what she's been doing on Sunday afternoons; it goes a lot deeper than that. I just don't trust her anymore, and I think I'm just tired of playing her stupid games, and putting up with her mood swings," Jim told Ken.

Ken had always thought Irene and Jim had the perfect marriage. It was a shock to hear that he was ready to end it without even trying to salvage it. "Well buddy, don't go off half cocked and do something you'll regret later," he told Jim. "Hell Jim, no marriage is perfect. Lisa and I have both done a lot of stupid shit over the years, and if it wasn't for the fact that we loved each other, we would have been divorced a long time ago. Now, I've got to get home, before Lisa skins me alive. See you around and if you ever want to talk, you know my number," he told Jim as he walked away.

When Ken got home, he grabbed Lisa, told her not to say a word, and headed over to Irene's house. She was fixing the kid's dinner as they walked in. "Hi guys. How's it going?" Ken said to the kids as he walked into the kitchen. They looked up briefly and then went back to eating. "Boy, this is a somber group" he said to himself. "Irene, I need to talk to you in the living room, now," he told her, as Ken led Lisa into the next room.

A few minutes later Irene came in and sat down. "I found Jim," Ken started to say as he saw Irene's eyes open wide. "But, he's not coming back here, at least not for now," he continued as he watched Irene's eyes swell up as she began to cry.

"I don't get you women," he said loudly. "You have a husband who treats you like a queen, and you screw him over." Irene started to say something, but Ken stopped her. "You can talk when I'm done," he told her. "A man's ego is a very fragile thing and needs to be stroked every once in a while, or he starts to doubt himself."

"Is Jim good in bed?" he asked Irene point blank. "Does he get you off?" Irene nodded as Ken went on. "What do you do for him in bed? Do you caress him, talk sexy to him, or give him what he asks of you, like you expect of him?"

Irene thought about it for a minute, and then shook her head no. "I thought not," he told her. "When's the last time you tried to put a little spark back into your love making? When's the last time you initiated sex with him, or even flirted with him?" Ken continued. "The way Jim describes your sex life, it is like making love to a cold fish," which took Irene back. Holding up his hand to stop her; "his words not mine. How many times in the last 6 months has Jim asked to make love to you and you turned him down flat, and when you did it, how much effort did you put into it?"
Irene knew that everything Ken was saying was true. She loved to be on the receiving end of the pleasure, but rarely put any effort into doing anything for Jim. She'd worn all those sexy outfits for strangers and had even shaved her pussy for them, but not her loving husband. What the hell had she been thinking of? Those guys had made her feel young, desirable, and mostly hot again. She had let them touch her, take liberties that were reserved, supposedly for her husband. She had come home, ran upstairs and gotten herself off instead of grabbing Jim and balling his brains out; even though he asked.

As Irene slumped back onto the couch, Ken finished.

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