'He knows! I saw it in his eyes, he knows.' She was having so much trouble trying to manage her breathing so that she wasn't gasping out loud for air....How did she ever allow herself to get talked into such a predicament? Carl Cheaney was forty one years old. He hadn't even been born on the day that she and Charlie exchanged their wedding vows. She had been so foolish. Did she really think that Charlie was going to be so easy to fool? She had never deceived Charlie before.He'd cheated on her. “Yes,” she said.It was dark in the back of the place. The VFW was busy, which was good. No one was paying attention to him and his bud.“So, the man came to see you. And you traded spit and not in the way one usually trades spit,” said Jeff Michaels.“About right,” I said. “I hate the sonovabitch. You know what he told me?”“What?” said Jeff.“He said that if I would talk to him for a few minutes he’d give me one million dollars. Bullshit of course, but that’s what he said,” I said.“Yeah, but he is. ” This was clearlyout of control, but was it my fault? I pulled him outof his pants.I stroked his long, hot, fat shaft as he kissed medeeply and pressed my breasts. I was pretty sure, givenhis age, that I could make him cum with my hand. I usedto love doing that in high school, and the thoughtdrove me wild now. A hand-job at my age – what ascream!But he was controlling the game. He pulled his mouthaway from mine and said that he needed to feel my lips.I gave in completely and took. She begins to feel the warmth of his body through her business suit, and, in the close quarters, his cologne wafts to her...a musky, aromatic, male scent...the kind that makes her wonder if it is from a bottle or simply from him.The jostling crowd causes her to lose her grip on her briefcase and it drops to the floor at her feet. Instinctively she bends to retrieve it, pressing her shapely butt against her patient neighbour. Half embarrassed and half intrigued, she smiles and wonders what he.