That seems plausible, but then how did this paper come to be on the floor of their house?Well, suppose the younger man had come over, later that same ...ight, while you were passed out on the couch. It’s an easy scene to picture, if you have any imagination. He would knock softly, and she would let him in, and they would embrace briefly in the hall, inadvertently allowing the address fall to the floor. She would take his hand and quietly led him upstairs, glancing over over at you as they passed. Her head automatically falls against my shoulder, and I hear a soft moan escape her lips as my hand moves from her breast down her stomach and her waist. My thumbs slide into the seam of her jeans searching from front to back.“Damn it, you're turning me on!”I can feel my cock starting to harden as I continue my search down her legs. I move my hands down her thighs, inner and outer, softly squeezing her nicely toned thighs and legs. Moving my hands back up from her legs and thighs, more moans. He decided to wait until later to make up his mind.Chrissy woke early; she had a class to go in the morning, and alunchtime audition. She would then have time to get ready for the showtonight. She thought back to last night and how nice Luke had been tooffer her the lift. A lot of people wouldn't have bothered to do that.He was good looking and even if the offer of a drink had been clumsy,she had known far worse approaches. She wondered if she had been rightto give him the number, but it was. She said, “Don’t worry we are actually married. Its just a little game that we play.”She was absolutely correct, we were married, just not to one another.We walked down the aisle to the back of the plane, past the Flight Attendants, and into one of the restrooms. She told me to drop my pants and underwear to my ankles and sit on the toilet. That gave her just enough room to remove her dress and hang it on the coat hook. She removed her bra and her panties too, leaving her in just her high heels.