He leaned in for a kiss. Janet put her hands on both sides of his face and guided him down to her lips as she sank lower onto the bed. She drove her t...ngue into his mouth and tasted her juices on his tongue. She let go of his face and grabbed his hand guiding it to her breast. Jim massaged the bottom and worked his way up to her nipple. Pinching lightly then rubbing around it. Janet moaned in his mouth but continued kissing him. Jim lowered his hand to her tummy and rubbed as if massaging her. The tops I took were bikini tops that barely covered my nipples that were hard and so showing of anyway. I had a thin wrap that I could wear over all but hardly did. I changed into them a few miles from the camp and my ex started cussing and telling me he was turning around but I told him to let me out and I would go anyway while he went back home. We drove into the gate and then down a long road to the camp. He got out and told me, Well, I guess I know what you came for, may as well not say. I’m asking for an hour of your life, every now and then. In exchange, we both get to keep what makes us happy. Unless you’re willing to tell me that you would be happier trying to make a living from a shelter by flipping burgers. This is the lifestyle you want and we both know it. I’m more than willing to keep paying for what you need, but I get something in exchange. That’s how this works.”“I would prefer it if I didn’t know it was happening.”“Is that true?”“Yes. If you… have to, I don’t want. We shared a house, but we weren’t sharing lives. We slept in the same bed, but not often together, rarely as lovers. Our time together consisted of dinner once or twice a week and an hour or two in front of the television. Then came that moment. I was walking from my home office in the den to the kitchen for coffee. Lily was finishing the dinner dishes at the sink. The under-counter stereo played a smooth jazz CD. Lily moved slowly, her hips swaying to the music beneath her skirt. Something in.