"Like a beer Tony, Donna?" I asked."Sure," replied Tony with a big grin."Yeah, sure," said Donna."I'll fix them," said Tony getting up and heading for...the kitchen."This film disgusting," commented Donna, but she continued to watch."Here you go," offered Tony.She took the offered glass but she still didn't acknowledge his existence."Thanks mate," I said taking my glass.I held my breath as Donna sipped her beer while she continued to watch the film.I hadn't asked and I doubted if Tony even knew. The most devilish of all smiles crosses my face as I remember when she used to do this for me. My cock was instantly hard with desire the need to take her, to make her remember, who she belonged to. Looking on I fully take in the site of my wife’s decadence. Kathleen lays in bed her milky white skin glowing in the light coming in the open windows. The cool afternoon air blows in hardening her nipples demanding the attention of a man. Kathleen removes her finger from her pussy moving to tease. Naturally our plane had selected the very last gate at Bergstrom Airport and we had to walk 14 miles to the baggage area and car rental. I had tried to get Cindy to ride in one of the courtesy carts, but she refused.By the time we battled the traffic and construction on I-35 it was close to noon. I've been told by lifelong residents, that, with the exception of a few months here and there, I-35 has been under constant construction since it was built in 1965. I don't know if that was true, but. I made breakfast in the morning before Diane appeared. She looked at me speculatively, with only the comments, "You're definitely not gay. Thank you Billy, I enjoyed last night very much and as promised, I don't hate you this morning. I'll eat and then I have to get ready for work." It was her week to drive and I expected some more comments about last night or about the future. I was disappointed.Friday evening on the way home she said, "Billy, you have always been the one to take me out to.