“Your husband won’t suspect a thing.”She just stared at him, a hint of fear making itself felt. “What makes you think I’m married?”“Your...ring,” he told her. “At least I assume it’s a wedding ring.”How banal. And how could she not have thought of that? Strangely it was a relief to her that there were so many things she hadn’t thought of. It was like a confirmation of how out of character all this was. A proper adulteress would never have made such simple mistakes. Before they drove off she. Josh looked me over, nodded his approval and we went out to breakfast. I sat with my breasts covered and my legs under the table like a normal woman! One thing remained the same, however. We ate in silence. Josh just isn't much of a conversationalist.After breakfast we got in his car. It's still a little early for shopping but Josh has another destination in mind. He drove us to the plant where my husband works; my husband and now me, too. We had to stop at the security desk so I could sign in. Even so I fell back into that routine. It still left me with enough spare time to do some things.After three weeks it began to look like the Dobson PD wasn't going to tie me to the missing drug gang. I had though a few days earlier that I might have wasted the retainer I had paid Rita. As everyone knows it is when you least expect it, that the shit goes down. I had a locked gate over the drive at the road, so I wasn't surprised to see a car parked there when my phone rang."Miss Porter this is. One of the things I’d fallen for was his absolute lust for life, and it manifests in his kisses. He wants to taste everything, everywhere in huge dollops. He wasn’t just kissing me, he was teasing, playing, experiencing my textures and the tastes. He was devouring me in the most erotic way. Kissing clearly wasn’t a path to sex with him, it had its own purpose and was a destination in its own right. In short, it was hugely erotic. I still just have to think of kissing him and I am hugely turned.