’ ‘What makes you think I can do this?’ I asked her. I doubted I could, Sean being too strong of will to fall under my thrall. ‘You do what yo... want.’ It was true. ‘What will you do for me. I’m not Santa Claus, the Easter Bunny or Mother Teresa so tell me why am I even considering this?’ ‘I will do whatever it takes.’ I waited silently for Arcot to continue. I had no interest in Shinku whatsoever. ‘Why not go to Sean with that deal. You know what you could offer him.’ I had started to walk. .” and I can’t help sneaking a peak at her cleavage, trapped and squeezed by the tiny seat belt that rides between her breasts. “You say the nicest of things, John.” and with that she leans in and gives me a little peck on the cheek.“Steady now!” I joke, “I’m a married man!”“Then you’d best wipe that lipstick off your cheek, before you go home!” she laughs, and brushes it off my cheek with the back of her hand and my cock twitches at the contact.We drive on without speaking for a moment, and I. .I went to the bedroom and slipped out of my nightdress and decided to get a black basque and stockings from the wardrobe, as I was putting on my stockings and running my hands up my legs I was getting more and more turned on thinking what a treat this guy was in for, little did I know it was me who was going to get a treat!As I walked in to the kitchen I could see he was turned on by my attire, black basque, black panties, black stockings with black heels and bright red lipstick, I could see. Schooling, sports, books, friends, horses, dreams, ambitions, movies, and music were all topics of free discussion. It was refreshing to him and he relished that. He realized lately just how much he enjoyed having time with someone where it wasn’t all about church which at times he found stifling. Part of that rut, was his growing family and his wife, Kelsey’s busy schedule keeping up with the two boys, one and three. That often left her tired and sometimes cranky, and their time together.