" He was talking to me but eyeing my wife very closely. She was playing off her flirty innocent look perfectly... we should be able to get a couple ...undred bucks off these guys no problem I thought... "Hey I'm John, we have a little cash, so sure we'll play a few games... we don't play that much, but we like to have some fun, and I just got paid, so why the hell not! This is my wife Sara." She shook his hand and giggled a little bit, ready to start her show... We walked back to their table. Everytime she stops, she looks up at me with the most innocent smile that I have ever seen. This goes on for about ten minutes before I can't take it anymore. I get her up from the ground, passionately kiss her while I grab her ass. I can tell she is turned on by how much she is moaning while we kiss. I take her over to an open part of the counter top, and lift her onto it. We continue to kiss while I play with her clit to get her as excited as I can and, when I feel she is wet enough, I line. I stretched out on her bed and propped up my head with an overstuffed pillow and began to ask her about her life. She was quite forthcoming and I found her a very good conversationalist. She seemed as interested in me as I was curious about her. We talked at length about parents, school, Italy, the USA and the War. Her English was flawless when she was relaxed.I learned Lisa too was an orphan. Her father had been an Italian officer and had been killed in Mussolini's Ethiopian invasion. She and. “I do apologize, my dear. I feel dreadful about what happened.”“I’m thankful I had another one in the office. Please don’t think any more about it.” She took her seat and used a tissue to dab at a few drops of tea on the stenotype before placing her hands on the keys.Mark took a moment to reflect that he was surrounded by beautiful women. It came with the job. He could not imagine any attorney was loyal to his wife for his entire career. If fidelity was important to a woman, she should not.