I watched, fascinated, as a single water droplet disappeared into the folds of luminescent silk.Her nipples pressed against her blouse as I envisioned...a delicate bra that left little to the imagination. I lost myself in thoughts of my hot tongue brushing over her tightening nipples that soon dissolved into a diabolical need to crush her hardened points between my thumb and forefinger as I took her from behind, bent over her desk. I was on the edge of control, the barest thread holding me back. The thought excited him, and he turned, hiding himself. He suddenly felt inadequate, feeling incapable of being able to handle someone like her. But he remembered hearing her moan on the phone a few nights ago, and how she'd said his name as if he was there, drilling into her like there was no tomorrow. There was no way he'd pass up the opportunity to hear her—feel and taste her—in person. "Hey, you want a drink?" Michael asked, preparing to make for the kitchen until . . . . Playing smart poker I decided to just call the all in bet. The chip leader soon called as well, leaving me to think he either held an ace or a medium pair in his hand. All eyes were wide when the flop came…queen of spades…king of diamonds…ace of hearts. I had flopped a possible draw for the royal flush, a straight or a full house and since I already held two pair in my hand I was looking pretty good. The chip leader limped in with a three hundred chip bet and I called just to keep him thinking. ”“Wow!”“That’s what I thought,” Pete said guiltily.There was a long pause before I asked.“Do men find that sort of thing sexy?”“I suppose it’s sexy in itself,” Pete replied thoughtfully. “But it’s what it signifies that’s most important.”I leaned closer and looked hard at my embarrassed husband.“Go on!”“Well it kind of suggests that the girl is really into sex; recreational sex too, not deep, meaningful relationships.”“And…?” I prompted.“And that she’s a bit of a slut – or at least that she can.