The doorbell rang and Kelly gasped.You pulled away from your wife with a smile and held up a hand. Telling her to wait there and not to move, that you...would be right back.You walked down the hallway to the front door and opened it. There was David , all smiles and eagerness. You shake hands and I let him in.We entered the living room and found Kelly pouring herself another drink. Her panties were on the floor at the foot of the sofa. She paused at our entrance and sipped at the wine. She. ”“So, you lie to your slut, too. Must be a character flaw. Of course, you’d have to have character for it to have a flaw.”I felt myself sinking lower and lower.“I also saw where you were trying to get her to let you visit her, even though she lives in California. Just how did you expect that to happen, ‘Harry?’”Shit, shit, shit! She knows I don’t let anyone call me Harry, it’s always Harold, but Lucy insisted. She wanted something that was just for her.“I think you should sleep in the guestroom. " What do you mean, dear?" She asked me, distracted."You either teach me what you and that woman do together, or leave me to my own devices to find out with some girl or other woman. And, I think you want to teach me yourself." As I said this, I put my hand on her arm."We shouldn't do that. It's not a good idea." No one will know. You don't want a mouthful of this eighteen-year-old body?" I leaned against her from behind, pressing the warm part between my legs against her butt. She was clearly. Theyworked quickly setting up the dryer and soon Ruth was fitting the pinkplastic bonnet over my head. I heard the loud whir of the motor and soonfelt the bonnet inflate as the warm and then hot air began whistlingaround my head.Madge started with a gloss red polish on my nails as Ruth began lookingthrough her extensive makeup case. "Hold still dear," I saw her say as Iread her lips when she got in front of me with a pair of long falseeyelashes and began gluing them firmly in place over my own.