And the next moment, she was gone—ripped away from him by some unseen force. He’d heard her scream in panic and pain and then…nothing…complete...silence and darkness. Charles jumped out of bed and grabbed his boxer shorts from where he’d left them just before he joined Diana in bed. He put them on and went to the bedroom door to look for her. He stopped short as he came out the door. She was in the kitchen…making breakfast. He crept up behind her as she was pouring scrambled eggs into a pan. He. I was stunned! I hadn't cheated on her! What proof. Then it occurred to me. Working for an electronics firm had been convenient for him too: he'd manufactured proof of infidelity on my part. He'd corrupted my wife. I felt a little better, not much, but a little.The big question for me was why hadn't she come to me, raged at me, threatened to divorce me. Had she done so the truth would have come out, and Mr. Williams would have had a real bad day. Well, he was going to have one anyway.I moved to. He didn’t know it but I was still playing with my wet pussy under them. Three of who I think were his friends came in and he talked with them for a while. I couldn’t make out what they were saying but between my fingering myself and almost getting to the point of climax I really wasn’t paying any attention to them. I downed my drink and he had another waiting for me. I started on that one and was very drunk. He walked back into the room and got under the blankets with me. He turned to me. I recover from my surprise and take it. "Sally. That's an unusual name now days, isn't it. I like it. It's a pleasure to meet you." The pleasure's mine, Randall. Rose Ann's told me lots of nice things about you."I think I'm smitten. "Has she? Well, she's kept you a complete secret from me. And I prefer Randy. Rose Ann can't seem to bring herself to call me that for some reason." The thought crosses my mind that Rose Ann might think I'm flirting. I am, of course. I try hard to focus on Sally's.