Met up with my second bull yesterday. He's a local guy I always thought was cute, who lately started complimenting me when he sees me. He had a hard time understanding about the husband part, but got over it (husband did not come with me this time) enough to do the deed. I was unduly nervous, which made me stiff and awkward. Sensing my discomfort, he was patient with me. He pulled me onto his lap on the couch and kissed me in a way that was reminiscent of my college days. When we got into his bedroom, he said, "Take that shirt off," with a smirk. When he entered me, he wanted to thrust hard at first but then held himself back (I love it when guys do that). When he did finish, it was behind me with me bent over the bed. He was very quiet. Overall, I would say that there wasn't as much sexual chemistry as my initial attraction to him suggested. It was still a healing experience to be treated like I was so desirable; to be treated with respect and kindness. And now when I see him we get to look at each other conspiratorially, so that's fun. Yes, my husband has been insatiable since I got home, lol. He cannot get enough of hearing about it. And somewhat, I think, of hearing how superhuman his sex skills are compared to other men. He SAYS he hoped I'd come home and say how thick the guy's cock was and how he stretched me out and that I'd never had so many orgasms. However, there has to be something gratifying about knowing others just don't measure up. Ask me anything.