I was actually a little jealous, but turned on. I walked over to the table and introduced myself. The guy was a client I had not met. We talked a few ...inutes and Wendy got up to go to the restroom. He started talking about how she was letting him do whatever he wanted to her on the dance floor and he was sure it was going to be a good night. I told that Wendy was my wife and he turned red as could be. I explained to him how it was ok and not to worry I did not mind. I always wanted to watch her. These were her friends in the car with her. Her female friends. The hand was removed, and she felt the shift in the air as bodies moved away from her. Across the limo she heard the rustle of clothing, followed by faint noises. First came the soft, wet smack of lips, and then little gasps…were Daphne and Melina making out with each other? Both had always expressed such strong interests in men when they went out clubbing. And yet… The sounds across from her grew more urgent. She could hear. "Need any help?" I asked when I looked up and saw him carrying in groceries."Yes, please. There are two more bags in my back seat."I got the bags and joined him in the kitchen to see what he'd bought. "I love olives. You even got the good Kalamata ones." Yeah, I've developed a taste for Middle Eastern foods. A guy named Gus brings these amazing dishes to our monthly potlucks. They're made with beef, rice, eggplant, and interesting spices. But my favorite was this olive and feta cheese thing he. She understood his line of attack now. It was a full frontal assault and she hoped her line of defense could withstand his direct move into her personal business."That would be my husband, doctor. He is not treating me with respect and not making me feel loved anymore."She saw the doctor put his glasses back on his face and lean forward. It was obvious he was peering up between her legs and she welcomed his childish game with glee. Her legs fell apart like well-trained circus seals ready to do.