It is difficult for younger generations to understand the attitude to sex in the 30's and 40's of my childhood and teens. Erotic images were the corset pictures in mail order magazines and a friends well thumbed copy of Health and Efficiecy magazine with all the naughty bits concealed. Sex consisted of, 'Show me yours and I'll show you mine'. Female anatomy was a mystery and remained so for many years. Never heard of a clitoris. 2 years of National Service and 3 girlfriends later I still hadn't got any further than a quick fumble. It was 1952, I was 21, when the big day arrived. I had been courting the girl, who was later to become my first wife, for 2 years. Apart from the fact it was the first time it was not a memorable occasion. I put it in, moved about a bit and came. I'd had more exciting wanks. Things steadily improved and 3 years later we were married. Sex was always good, for me at any rate, but, although my wife was always enthusiastic, knowing what I know now, I suspect she never had an orgasm. So to '59, a child is born and the need for money. By '62 my wifes expensive tastes meant that serious money was needed so I took a job an hours commute away, 13 hours a night, 7 nights a week. It was get up, meal, travel, work, travel, meal and back to bed. The money was fantastic but no time for sex or social life. Not for me anyway. My wife made her own arrangements with a succession of lovers. She eventually decided that she was more in love with one of them more than me and took off. My wife had started a business the year before which she also abandoned. I left my very demanding job and took over the company. Thats when the fun started! I have run out of time to finish the story and as there is no save feature I will submit this preamble and continue the story later - if there is interest