She kept questioning me, asking what it was like etc and found that they did mixed nights as well. That was it, she pestered me to take her, each time...we had kinky sex she brought up the subject until at last I agreed to take her.Dressed in her shortest skirt, see through blouse and stockings we turned up at the place at about ten in the evening. Undressing in the changing rooms there were two guys as we entered, Clare looked as they dropped their pants, cocks dangling between strong legs. I. "Back in the den, Jennifer flipped through the mail. Mostly, it was the usual assortment of catalogs, pamphlets, and "urgent offers" requiring her "immediate response." In a word, junk.But there was also a large envelope, hand-addressed to her. She studied the return address. The envelope was from a hospital.A shock ran through her. She hadn't thought about the hospital ... or Kevin ... for several days. Slightly afraid but also intrigued, Jennifer opened the envelope.Inside was a thank-you. She starts out by pouring me some water and coffee. She leans over me so that her breasts are right in my face and accidentally spills the coffee. "Be careful what you are doing!" I exclaim. Next she serves me a steak, green beans, and mashed potatoes. When she puts the gravy on the mashed potatoes, she misses the plate and gets it on the tablecloth. "If that happens again, I'm going to take you over my lap right now and spank you!" I tell her. My wife is a good cook and the food. .. she was really hot -- it was a wonder that her tiny, thin panties didn't disintegrate. Maybe they had! Still, she couldn't deny the forces, whatever their source, that were restraining her, and she'd never realized how devoted to her work she'd been before. Or did it have something to do with allegiance to her dear husband Carl, who, at this very minute was dully plodding over his work."What the hell! Forget about work for a change, okay, Ann? This affair between you and me has nothing to do.