What’s for breakfast?”Paula turned from the refrigerator as she took out a carton of orange juice and a quart of milk, “I am just having juice a...d cereal this morning. I can make scrambled eggs if you want.”Sharon went to the refrigerator when her mother put the juice and milk on the table, “That’s okay, Mom, I will make them. Do we have any red peppers left?”Paula gestured toward the refrigerator, “There should be one in the crisper.” As Sharon was getting the eggs, butter and red pepper from. For the first time in my marriage I was thinking about the thrill of kissing a man I had never kissed before.When he did lean over toward me, I tilted my head back slightly and watched him rather than close my eyes. He kissed my lips very lightly and then again a little harder. He brushed his lips on my cheek and then kissed it. A tiny sound escaped my throat. I was anticipating the real kiss to come and couldn't keep calm. His lips came back to mine and pressed harder this time, nipping at my. As we waited, sipping coffee, my mind started to think about what came next. All that happened in the last two days had not been part of the plan. We had not talked much about anything other than just being together for now.Was there going to be more than this? Or was this just a pleasant road bump on the way to life.I believed that I knew what I wanted, at least in the aftermath of 24 hours of very intense emotional happiness. Could I trust those feelings, were they real, or were they just a. Next time I’m going to give your young cunt a fucking you’ll never forget.” He left the room.I went back to the ladies room and cleaned up. They I went back to the reception. About an hour later Tim whispered in my ear, “Let’s go up to our room. I need to give my wife one hell of a good fucking.” We held hands and walked to the elevator. I saw Frank watching me as we left. He blew me a kiss. I thought about telling Tim what his father had done but decided to let it pass. As soon as we.