"Do you think I'm a slut?"We made eye contact, and even though we were both wearing sunglasses, I could see Mara's eyes looking through hers into mine..."I don't think of you as a slut," I answered her, without any hesitation."Really? Why?" Because your my wife," I said. "And," as I went on, "I love you! Why would I think of you as a slut?" I've fucked other men," was her reply. "Doesn't that make me a slut?" No," I said. "That does not make you a slut. Don't put a name, or a label, on yourself.. We met up in a coffee shop and I can tell you I was smitten by her. She had a body to die for with curves in the right places. There was something about this woman that drew me to her and lit up my brain’s imagination. We got along like a house on fire and she decided she wanted to take the next step with me. I guess it helps to dress to kill. Add some confidence in and you are the man! She suggested we meet up that weekend for a resort getaway and the idea seemed real cool. I knew right away I. Rob was resisting as best he could. It was just a matter of time before he blew his marriage and was out in the cold. I was torn between feeling sorry for him and hoping that it would happen soon. You see, I was and still am in love with Julie.As we sat in her parlor sipping Cognac I couldn’t help but admire her great taste. Cognac is a brandy distilled from white wine so that it could not stain her plush carpet if spilled, but more so it is the elite of the alcoholic bereaves. A true Cognac. Like, first thing in the morning, last thing at night and a couple of times inbetween." I replied.We played another round, as she beat me again with an eight to my two. "You sure you haven't sorted these cards so you win all the time!" I asked with a smile."Haha, no. I know a good one. Have you ever caught anyone having sex?" she asked me."I almost caught my parents one time. I woke up one night and heard noises. I went and peeked inside and saw my parents going at it!" I said to her."No wonder.