I really mean that." With that he seemed almost reluctant when he picked up his soggy laundry and departed. Neither Janet nor I said a word until we...heard his car depart.I could feel her gaze down at me. "So Chris, you gave up victory. Why?"I looked up at her and in a very somber voice I replied. "I didn't like the idea of leaving while my pants were still soggy."A look of surprise passed over her face then she erupted into uncontrollable laughter. Even with my deadpan delivery, the joke. But it wasn't enough of a reason tostay. She wondered if she could ever make Pat happy. Pat told herconstantly that he loved her, but she couldn't reciprocate yet, whichate at him. She wanted - demanded - more respect, more freedom, and ajob where she could hold her head high. Was that so unreasonable? Yet,it seemed unattainable for reasons she couldn't quite fathom. They had finally come to loggerheads. She wasn't happy, and wasn'tlikely to be. As far as Pat was concerned, she was his wife,. Sheryl and I had only talked about having anal, but hadn’t done it until that point. Needless to say my heart started beating really fast, I couldn’t believe I was going to fuck this this hot thirty something year old anally. I hesitated for a second or so, she came back and inquired “what, aren’t you going to fuck me and comply my request”? With that, I started to slowly put my head inside her; my dick was very stiff and red with excitement. She let out a quick gasp “ahh… uff.. that’s nice. An envelope slipped out onto the coffee table as she ripped the brown paper off the box. She tossed the paper aside and opened the plain white store clothing box. She gasped.It was a bikini. A metallic green bikini! What the heck? She wondered, picking up the envelope."It's spring break time, Stephanie. Pack your new bikini and some sunscreen and get ready to hit the beach. I'll pick you up at 4. Be ready! D."No way, she said to herself. I can't be seen in public in this thing. She held the.