It was too perfect. Then one night she came home from work, so unhappy that I could tell the moment she came in the door something was wrong.“Carrie...today was terrible. I had a bad sleep last night and my mind was wandering all day and half the work I did I now have to redo” I was kind of relieved when she said this, it wasn’t as bad as what I had imagined she was going to tell me.“Felicia, we all have bad days, it is allowed. You need to relax, sit down and I will get you a drink”I brought her. As hot as his wife was, as willing as she was to push the boundaries in bed, nothing had ever turned him on more than being here with another man. He didn't know what the future held, but he knew that somehow, sometime, Tom would be a part of it.He turned over, pushing Tom onto his back. He kissed Tom's neck, nibbling at his ears, his hands roaming over the older man's body, such a contrast with his own. He loved Tom's hairy chest, and he started moving down, trailing kisses as he went. He. Beth answered, “You needed your sleep more, so I took care of the problem with a scalpel, some KY and a vibrator. Now she can look forward to her first time without worrying about the pain.”“Good thinking, and thank you. Deflowering a virgin is not high on my list of favorite things. I’d much rather concentrate on giving my woman pleasure than focusing on minimizing the pain.”Pleased at Grant’s statement, Beth replied, “I think we’re both looking forward to the pleasure part as soon as we can. "I didn't think I did, but this simply doesn't taste like any other wine I've ever had. This is so much better. I just love it."Betsy poured for both of us, filling each glass equally, tipping the bottle until the last drops trickled out. "There's one dead indian." She reported, dropping the bottle back into the cooler, giggling. She looked relaxed and a bit flushed now, like she might have just the slightest beginnings of a high as well.The pizza arrived. We paused the VCR while Betsy put it.