Falling over to her side of the bed, Jill was totally flabbergasted as her husband pulled the sheet up to his chest and then turned over onto his side... With her husband fast asleep, Jill touched herself in search of some satisfaction, then her thoughts drifted back to the other week, when Steve's shipmate had stopped by to hook up the washer and dryer. "Why can't I stop thinking of him? He made me shiver and made me turn to putty with the touch of his hand! God ...what if he touches me again?. Little did she know that as she sat in the kitchen sipping at her first cup of coffee, Greg was waiting for David in the mall parking lot. He knew everything that he needed to know about Bonnie's husband by then--even which parking spot the man used."What the hell are you doing here?" demanded David. He was just getting out of his car when he saw Greg approaching him."I think we need to talk," replied Greg calmly."I don't think so! I have nothing to say to the man who's been fucking my wife,. Or no, probably nothing like you. I was never very decisive, orassertive; there was a crucial element of manhood that I always felt Ilacked. I had "issues", as we used to say in those chaotic confusedtimes, and my dear wife Martinette struggled futilely to understand.Hers was a personality that was the diametric opposite of mine. Strong,confident, she never once seemed to doubt herself. Good traits I supposefor one of our state's top surgeons. Gradually I came to defer to her inregards to every. Not again. Not sosoon. What would he want from me? A blowjob? I didn't look great. Maybea hand job. I swallowed deeply. I could do that.He leaned down on the table, fists bunched."Well?" he demanded.I traced my nails over the back of his hand, scratching a little,preparing myself mentally for what was about to happen.He jerked away."Are you nuts? See this ring," he said, holding up a finger showing awedding band. "It means something. I meant you could work the rest ofthe night shift. Clear your.