"Juliette said after their dinner that evening.Pierre and Juliette's parents had all gone to bed. Hearing suchsupportive words from the wife, Claude c...uldn't hold back his tears ashe gave Juliette a big emotional hug. Despite being away from his wifemost of the time, the 42 year-old French Ambassador was happy he hadmarried a thoughtful and understanding woman.After the emotional embrace, Claude scooped the wife up from herdresser before carrying her to the bed where they started. Hell, she might even do something about it for once. He'd never find out about it, and she had it coming. Until the bastard gave her that k**, she wouldn't feel like a married lady anyway. So anything that happened was on his own head. She giggled at the unintended double entendre.Snatching the blouse and skirt she planned to wear she turned to the dresser. She wanted to not only look sexy, but feel daring too. She pulled out her red "almost" panties with all the lace and their matching. Oh I could feel her lovely mellons. They were soft, smooth and big. I could hardly cup them in my hand as they were so handful. My fingers were searching for the middle part of her breast and finally her erected nipples were touching my fingers. I did not spent any time in removing her shirt and here she was sitting in front of me without her shirt. The only obstacle between her beautiful tits and my view was the stupid bra. I unhooked it in a jiffy and there she was naked in front of me. I saw. What I don't remember is feeling very much pain at the time."You just stay down there now boy, unless you want a little more education about how you are supposed to talk to your father." Ray had already made a speedy retreat to our bedroom. I stayed where I was, gathering myself. I was also wondering what the hell I'd been thinking. "So the two of you were fighting over some girls? That's it?" I nodded my head in affirmation. "That's just stupid, plain and simple stupid. Get up, and go clean.