I loved Sarah deeply and in our 40 plus years of marriage I had no doubts that she had been completely faithful to me, she was just too religious to h...ve an affair ... besides she wasn't raised that way! As for me, well that wasn't quite the case. I had a couple of flings in all those years, four to be exact, but I never loved any of them so I didn't think it was a big deal although I'm sure that Sarah disagreed even though she only knew about one of them and for that indiscretion she forgave. I offered her a drink which I was relieved she accepted. “I’m really sorry I was listening in on your private conversation today”, I said as I handed her the glass of red wine she had chosen from my executive bar. “It was very unprofessional of me”. The wine wet her pretty young lips and they glistened in the darkening evening light. “Thanks John, but you don’t have to apologize. I shouldn’t have been discussing something so private in the office. I’m really embarrassed that you learned. If we were cleaning the kitchen together I would come up behind him and press my boobs into his back. Or I would bend over so he could see up my skirt.One time I did that; I had just bent over to pick up a fork that fell on the floor and when I sat it on the table before I straightened up he came up behind me and pressed his really hard cock against my pussy. I got so turned on I had to clutch the nearby chair or I would have fallen over.“Do you see what you do to me lately?” he asked, grasping. ”“It’s OK. I am asking you to rub my legs to keep me warm” she reassured me. “There’s nothing wrong with trying to get warm, is there?”“No, I guess not. If you’re OK with it, then that is what’s important.” I said, going along with her theory.“Good, because I’m already feeling warmer” she said as she moved her cheek against mine and started guiding my hands down the insides of her thighs. “I’m feeling warm in places that make me feel good” she confided in a slight whisper. “Sometimes I get warm.