"We already established that 'touching' is analogous to feeling up," Patti replied, also keeping her voice just above a whisper.Our banter was serious... very adult and titillating. I wanted to keep it going."I disagree, touching is nothing more than moving your hands while holding the other person. Feeling up is massaging, rubbing, even squeezing. Where do you stand on touching?"Patti lifted her wine glass, looking at it, thoughtfully. "Touching is permissible." Touching outside clothing or bare. I think she was thinking the same as me, we would hold back until we were in bed.When we were clean, we dried each other’s body off. We just went out in the nude again. The lights in the living room was glowing our naked bodies in each other’s eyes.We went directly to my bed room. There is a king size bed, a dresser, a closet and four sofa chairs against the wall.I took Neeta's hand in mine and pulled her over to the bed. I gently pushed her down on it. She was laying on it with her arms above. If I thought I could get away with it, I would. And a lot of my fantasize included my beautiful wife.I would imaging her being unfaithful, me knowing about it without her knowing I know. Her fucking her boss and her coming home just after and me insisting we have sex so I could smell and feel how wet she was. My fantasize got more complex from just watching her being unfaithful all the way to me being right there as her lover shot his cum all over her wet pussy and them me burying my face in. She’ll probably be more comfortable in my recliner for the rest of today.”With that, Matt headed to the study and finished reviewing Sue’s corrections to the first half of book four. He finished just before dinner and emailed the first part of book four to Dr. Humphries--“Tess,” he corrected himself mentally. He was surprised when CC stayed for dinner, and even more surprised that she was only wearing a pair of skimpy pink panties. She smirked at him every time she caught him ogling her.