But now that the pleasantries are over with," Cindy turned her stare directly to Tim, "what's your story? No one knows who you are." Damn, Cindy, nice...way to beat around the bush." Everyone at the table laughed. A few people out on the patio laughed as well."Well, I want to know, and I'm pretty sure I ain't the only one," Cindy said as she waved her hand around the patio, indicating a few of the other diners."What do you want to know? I know a bunch of the people here, but they might not. Prayed really hard. But temptation has come to the church because a nice man, new to the area, has started to attend (on his own). Last Sunday, as we knelt to pray, I let my skirt ride up my legs to try to gain his attention. I have been having fantasies about him ever since. Last week, at the barbeque, I imagined having sex with him in the church garden behind the grotto. It looked so quiet and private. A naughty friend has suggested that I should use my body to bring him to the. .. pretty sweet!” Eddie smiled.I smiled back as I lifted my well-fucked wife off the bed and she planted the steamiest kiss on me of our marriage. Her body melted into mine for just a moment there, her tongue entangled with mine as well, her lips fused to mine, our mouths forming a seamless union now. I carried her to the living room as Eddie turned off the camcorder for now.“I’ll have some edits to do here or there, but so far ... I say that we should scrap the first plan and turn this into a. Still, I knew he respected my getting on the wagon and he did everything he could to support me in my choice of sobriety.I always kept a bottle at the office and made a pretense of drinking booze for those around me because a lot of them were characters that didn’t quite trust a sober man. I was often seen by friends and strangers alike pulling a silver flask out of my inside pocket and taking a swig at the contents without any of them suspecting it only contained the cloying sweetness of.