By then, Mathew would have had time to send her his daily silly love notes, or to-do list, or instructions. Friday morning she was hoping to receive s...me indication as to how she was to prepare for tonight’s dinner with Cindy and Don. Sure enough, Mathew’s email was there. Her heart always jumped a little when she saw the Subject line filled in with the simple, “Instructions”. J, You have an appointment at the hairdressers at 12:30. Robert knows what cut and color you want and Marie knows. Softly she said, "I couldn't help it."I gave her a squeeze and asked, "Couldn't help what?" Ryan ... I just kissed him! I don't know what came over me, but I just pressed against him and ... and..." When did this happen?" I asked. Somehow, I wasn't feeling jealous or even angry. I wasn't sure why, but it was almost like I was happy that she had kissed him."At the mall," she said and then looked toward the door, "And just now in the kitchen."I looked at the open door. No one was there. But I feel.... my head. Que esta...? What's happeningto ... no! Yo hablo Ingles!!!"I clutched my chest. I realized now I was wearing what looked like auniform. My hand touched a nametag, which read 'Margarita.' "Yo soyMargarita?" I said forlornly. "Yup. That fog you feel is the magic compensating. I said I wasn'tresponsible for contingency. Apparently the magic feels that you'd be awonderful maid at a resort hotel. I guess finding you cleaning up thatattic means this is the life for. For my wife, these relationships were a source of orgasms on a consistent basis (she doesn’t orgasm with me inside her) and excitement. I loved hearing about her trysts and our sex life was improved as a result. Each of my wife’s lovers was a married male and a friend. All were good looking, with at least average equipment, but most important, they were fun and intelligent guys who knew how to treat a lady. In the event she conceived with one of them we wanted guys who we wouldn’t mind having.