It seems you accidentally misplaced your wedding ring while you were fucking me." Look ... I can-" My wife put her hands up. "No need to explain. I fo...nd out about her. She found out about me."I watched and waited for the explosion. To my shock, it never came. She reached across the table and grabbed my hand. "Sure, at first I was shocked, then hurt. But, I thought about it and realized you just needed more than I alone could give. I contacted Cara and we had a heart-to-heart talk about the. I think she suddenly realised it was exposed because she pulled the magazine across and laid it over her hand and went on reading. "Any more?" she at last laughed "I never realised what good stuff they had in these!"I laughed and went round the desk so that I was standing beside her. "Here, let me find another", I said and reached down so that my arm was just brushing her right breast. I pointed to another letter about two housewives, one finding the other in the shower, getting turned on,. "Aunt Helene gasped. I said to her, "It's ok, just listen." Then to them, "All right, is this something I need my lawyer for, or my rights read, or something? Or are you doing fact-checking and won't use my statements for anything other than that?" Oh, pretty cool, kid. Ok, we'll state right here that no recording of your answers will be made and no notes taken other than the names of anyone you mention. Is that ok?" Yes, fine. One sec." I opened my bag and pulled out a notebook, then jotted. “Tell me now if you’re not interested,” he said. “Because I’m hoping to get a private show.” I stole a quick glance down. Yes, he was definitely sincere. Jeans don’t lie. Don’t ask me whose idea it was but before I knew it we were in the gazebo, and I was dancing by the light of a tiki torch. Naked. Blame the tequila. Blame the fact that he got naked first and dared me. Blame the fact that he had whispered in my ear how much he was dying to kiss my big thighs, my round belly…what a sweet.