Not his, mind you, but Jack treated that little boy like he was his own. They had cute little family, picture perfect almost. So no, I hadn’t ever t...ied anything with him, but God, did I want to. I’d seem him at my brother’s house, handing out, shirtless most of the time, cracking jokes, making everyone laugh. Or when he and Gavin helped me move into my new apartment, lugging boxes and furniture up the stairs, shirtless yet again, sweaty, and oh so yummy looking. He had hugged me that day,. Maybe I really would entertain such a notion if it was presented like that. An attractive man made discretely available to us in an environment tailor-made for such misbehavior. I can feel how the exhilaration would build on the long elevator ride upward. Once in the room, the two of you would start by undressing me together down to my bra and panties, leaving my heels on. Then I would kneel in front of my husband before unzipping his fly and taking his already hardening cock out. I'd stroke. "He is away a few days each month," Brianna replied.Brianna and I talked more as we ate the wonderful dinner she made. Brianna mentioned that her husband is very busy and they rarely get to sit down and have dinner together or go out for a good time. Also, being that they just moved to town she did not know anyone and was feeling alone while her husband worked long hours and when he was away. When we finished dinner I helped Brianna with the dishes as we finished the bottle of wine. Then she. I needed time to think, and re-evaluate everything. A quickie was NOT worth the long-term devastation, not to me, not that evening. I saw her again the next day. All had apparently returned to normal. It was like that for a few weeks. One Saturday evening, much like the big one I’ve described, we were once again sitting, on my couch this time, smooching, talking, loving, when I felt the time was right. ‘Dana,’ I said, very softly, ‘would you be my wife?’ She leaned her head back, she was.