I’d enjoyed the sights and sounds of Lisa and Carlos putting on a sex show to end all sex shows, but what we had was different. What we had was love...and two souls joined together in a million ways you can’t begin to describe. I knew other husbands might have been angry or demanding at that point, but that wasn’t, and isn’t, me.I took Lisa upstairs to bed, helped her undress and get ready for bed and held her in my arms as we drifted off to sleep. I knew we had some serious talking to do. ‘But I cannot do that. I don’t want to do that.’ She was having problems with the button on her collar, her focus floating from looking at me and trying to manipulate the button. I took both her hands in mine, taking them away from the button and standing back from her. She frowned at me, just slightly, but I noticed it. I kissed her fingers gently and looked into her eyes. ‘I understand,’ I said, my voice breaking a little with emotion. I kissed her hands again. ‘I understand and I feel the. In everything from last night: the gold hoop earrings; red lipstick; black, knee-length, high-heeled boots; black, sheer stockings, the lacy tops showing; a totally bare back; the intoxicatingly feminine perfume; well, I’m assuming that was the perfume from last night, I’d barely gotten a whiff of it when she passed my table so closely.“You said you wanted a picture of the dress. I thought I’d do even better and bring you the real thing… you like it?”She did a little pirouette, modeling the. "I flipped a few switches, turned on the mood lighting and heated the coconut oil in the microwave beneath the table."Gawd, you've thought of everything, haven't you? No wonder the women put out in here." I try to make them comfortable, yes. What they choose to do is up to them. I'd never push myself on someone. You know, unless they ask for some pushing!"Dar made wretching sounds through the head support of the table. "Ugh, I don't want to think about that anymore. Get to it, my dear brother!".