. maybe even call the police. I said nothing.A few minutes later a young waiter appeared, gave me an inquisitive look and asked if we'd like to order ...inner."Yes, but I'll be the only one ordering," she nodded toward me and added, "my slut will be dining elsewhere."Now the waiter couldn't resist a smarmy glance at me as he responded, "As you wish," and took Chanticleer's order.Soon we were attracting a lot of attention from the wait staff. Seemed like everyone working that night had to drift by. " She unbuttoned my heavy coat and pushed me down so I was sitting on the side of her bed. I pulled off my hat and crumpled it in my hand, hoping me and her had the same idea. I hadn't had any in more'n a month. The girl pushed aside her dark robe and stood before me with her feet wide apart, fists on her hips, her jutting tits and trembling knees stretching the lace-trimmed shift she wore for a nightshirt. She looked sort of dull red on the right, palest yellow on her left. I tried to remember. "The Taylor apartment, please," she said to the receptionist. "I am Sarah Duncan, and I am expected."The man checked his list and found her name. Then, to her surprise, he asked for some identification. She pulled out her Justice Department photo ID from her wallet and showed it to the man. After carefully checking the picture against her appearance, he then asked her to sign a blank piece of paper using the same signature as the one on her ID card. After she signed, he again checked it. I rolled off of her, my cock making a long wet streak down the inside of her thigh as my stiffness left me. We lay there beside each other saying nothing, our fingers entwined. We then touched each other softly. I love my wife. I know she loves me. I swung my feet out over the bed. Aliana had propped herself up and rested her head in her hand. Over my shoulder I noticed my seed mixed with her juice slowly meander down her thigh. I raised an eyebrow. ‘That was something. You need a warm towel?’.