“More or less,” I said. “But it’s about anyone except her and my wives, really, not you personally.”“Let me get this straight - she’s ha...ing an affair with a married man, but thinks he shouldn’t stray? How does that even make ANY sense?”“In Michelle’s mind, it does,” I said. “That’s all that really matters to her. It’s a contradiction I haven’t been able to overcome.”“It’s weird.”“I’m not sure how much she’s talked to you, but it has to do with her worldview.”“That stupid notion that you can. Again, I take my time, not wasting this opportunity to touch her naked skin. The red dress is halter style, so she will need to remove her bra so the straps don’t show. I really am a genius.Not wanting to be too obvious, I let her slip the dress on over her bra first. Only after watching her struggle unsuccessfully to hid her straps do I suggest she remove the bra. It is hard to tell what the dress really looks like with the distracting straps after all. Right?“Here, let me help. Don’t take it. Now that the shoe is on the other foot, Jamie isjust as willing to fuss over me as I was last spring- further proof thatI was right to give her my grandmother's ring two months ago.As I return home with Jamie, I take my team easing out of my jeans,wincing at the still-painful sensations I get whenever I bend down orlift either of my legs. Once my jeans are off, though, I can't help butstare at myself in the mirror. Every morning when I was- well, when I wasa girl- I'd stare at myself in the. “And as she held him,” I didn’t know where I was taking this story and didn’t have the courage to turn it into a porno, “with her naked breasts pressed into his back and her heart pounding, she moved her lips close to his ear and she whispered …” I paused in the narrative to build tension, using the time to further my exploration, I left one hand cupping his manhood through the shorts and slipped the fingertips of my other hand beneath the waistband, anxious and excited in equal measures to.