I'm not going to lie, the attention of a younger attractive guy was certainly not unwelcome and the drinks we starting to make me a little more carefr...e than I otherwise would have been. We dropped my friend off and then headed towards mine.About half way there Andy looked at me and smiled, I could see the look in his eyes and I shook my head. He placed his hand on my thigh and asked, "why not Anna?" I looked back him and my mind went blank, I couldn't think of a good reason. I mumbled, "ummm. “It seems like it was days ago.” “Did you have fun?” “Yes,” she said softly. “For the most part. What about you?” “Yeah. It was fun watching you.” “Did you get jealous?” “Oh, constantly,” he laughed. “You weren’t supposed to get jealous.” “I expected I would. But I thought I controlled it pretty well.” “Do you hate me now?” “Why would I hate you?” She wiped the water off her face. “Because I fucked him. Because I sucked him. Because I let him fuck me, and you’re supposed to be the only one who. Damian wasn't acting like his usual fuckboy self. He was being extra romantic. 'It's just role play, don't get real feelings, don't get real feelings..., ' she chanted loudly in her head. Damian leaned down and kissed her passionately, causing the butterflies in her chest to start fluttering madly about. 'Just a fuck, just a fuck, just a fuck...' She had no idea why it would matter, though. She wasn't trying to preserve her marriage. If anything she almost didn't even believe in marriage. She had taken her white lingerie, she knew he liked the classics - undressing from her daytime gear, she stepped into her lace thong, white push up bra and hooked her suspender belt. Her nude silk stockings slid easily up her legs. Standing in front of the mirror, she slipped into her heels – and put on her ivory silk wrap, tying the wide satin ribbon belt into a big bow at her front. Finally a dab of her favourite Coco Chanel and her pearls. She was ready for him, her heartbeat was audible,.