“Irina, I wanted to ask, do you still remember any Russian recipes?”Irina actually grinned a little. “I do, but I had to promise Danny that I wo...ldn’t use them anymore. It was his birthday wish, and I didn’t have any other gift for him, so I promised.”“Best birthday ever!” Danny deadpanned.“You could teach me. I never promised anything,” Ashley said with an evil smile.“Aargh! Russian food and Ashley cooking it. Will the horrors never end?” Danny expostulated.“You know something? You guys are. " Unnnnnhhhh! Y-y-y-yeah!" Jeanette cried. "I loved it! I'm your hot s-s-s-slut!"I was literally sick to my stomach, because I had had no clue, none whatsoever, that Jeanette was anything less than totally devoted and completely faithful to me.Sure, I had been traveling a lot in the previous year, but when I was home, she was never anything less than as affectionate as she'd always been and our sex life was active, even with a 4-year-old in the house. Hell, we were even talking about having. I had seen naked women quite a few times before. Even before I joined the club, but this chick just made me want her for some reason.I began masturbating, with her literally only feet away. I began inhaling and exhaling a little rapidly, and loudly too. As I began to get really turned on, it began getting increasingly more difficult to contain my moans and screams. I was rubbing my pussy really quickly, and I eventually laid my head back. I just thought of our naked bodies being together. Not. 555 – 1212.“That’s negative 657.”She stares blankly at him.“Ah ... the numbers, math, answer negative 657.”She laughs a bright smile of perfectly straight white teeth.“Silly, it’s my phone number, not a math problem!” She turns and is gone.She does a quick look back, her hand to face, finger at mouth, thumb at ear, mouthing “call me!”He stands, beet red. Of course, silly, it’s a phone number, not a math problem. Phone number. HERS! Before he realizes, he’s home ... should he call yet? Would she.