On our afternoon drive back to LC, we caught up on how her visit had gone, all the inside dirty on everyone, and some of how she felt about being away...from me. I was trying to judge her "sexual appetite" cause I knew mine was sky high. We talked openly about being apart and missing the intimacy that we share. I told her I had a bag full of sexy stuff I'd bought – and she just laughed! During our layover in Fort Davis I got her to model one outfit, all the others stayed in the bag (to this. Her boobs were definitely a size 40. Boobs have been my weakness and I was in seventh heaven. We started kissing and she had her tongue in my mouth. I took her bra off and started sucking on her nipples. Her breasts were soft and much more than a handful. I played with her boobs and her nipples Her hands were fiddling with my jeans zip. I helped her take my jeans off and she dragged me to the bed.We moved to the bed and she removed her jeans and panties. Her pubic hair was thick. Susan hadn’t. The discussion was moving onto dangerous territory but thnakfully (or sadly??) lunch ended and she left after sometime.We kept meeting at the book shop. By now we knew we liked each other and tht thre was a burning desire. But none of us were ready to take the first step for fear of rejection. My fear stemmed from the fact tht she had a happy sex life, and hers from fear of rejection because of her looks. (She later told me she thought, i would find her looks very average!!). Finally i decided. I will use the bathroom for a couple of minutes and then will come to the bed.” “Why not use the bed?” “Because the bed is where I share with Donald, I can’t have sex with anyone else in there.” “So once again I have to play second fiddle and can’t get into a bed with my wife.” “This is what I can offer you Jeff. If it’s not okay, I understand. Jeff struggled with a decision. Clearly, he was miffed. On the one hand, he was not to have sexual access to his wife until the trip was over. Now.