One hot summer afternoon, as Leticia chatted with her neighbor Louisa, their discussion veered to busy husbands and horny wives, and as their discussi...n got deeper and more open, Leticia learned there were behind the scene secrets to the great dream of a successful marriage than met the eyes. She confided in Louisa that she had been having problems about her high sex drive with Rowland and that she thought it was the best to seek satisfaction from an alternative source rather than put any more. In fact, Ben was really the typical suburban middle class k**. I say 'k**' only because he struck me as much younger in appearance, a little on the smaller side in stature, shorter, a full head of blond hair, fit but not muscled. Ben wasn't immature though, he had a soft voice, a passive demeanor but came across as very responsible, level-headed, very polite. "Ben, I've already heard her side of the story but I'm interested in your version and only that. What can you tell me about this" I. We did exchange photos of each other, but I still didn't know for sure that she would like what I was going to do to her. Finally, I arrived at my floor and I walked out and down the hall. I stopped at my room and inserted the key card and stepped inside. I turned on the lights to see a king size bed, a dresser, a nightstand, a TV, a table, and four chairs around the table. I walked inside and opened the blinds to the windows giving some more light in the room. I walked back and closed the. I was already stoned and with the wine was getting close to la-la land. “Over here is the painting I want to show you,” I said. I handed him back the pipe and we went over to the painting on the easel. He took another deep hit, held his breath, coughed a little and handed me back the pipe. He looked at the painting on the easel, nodding, “Interesting,” he said, keeping his eyes focused on the painting. It was a painting of an alley with a lot of shadows, but you could see two people fucking.