Me, I usually came home about eight, exhausted and tired. I ate a light supper and headed to bed. What else was there for me to do? On the weekends, I...helped with Sam's subjects in math and business. Other than that, things were the same; no sex and tired all the time, but I knew that I could see a faint light at the end of the tunnel. Little did I know that that light was the damn train that derailed my life, rather than the end of the tunnel.Things progressed well, or maybe not so well, but. Yes, we did have a number of trusted associates that did a part of the procurement work, but the plan was all my wife’s.I loved that woman.Now all that was left for me was my participation. She didn’t know if there might be more men or another round of men coming in her holes. She had no sense that I was there. I could also tell my wife was getting tired. I have no idea how long she’d been in this cycle of lust and pain and pleasure, but she was really starting to struggleI also realized that I. His hands traced your curves through your electric blue dress, a touch to ignite the fire deep within. His growl told you what he craved. The passion of his kiss and the way his hands felt you fuelled a hunger that you knew and enjoyed so well."We can't," you gasped but the desperate words were futile. For you knew what he wanted, what he craved. His hands explored and soon pressed up between your thighs, the hem of your skirt ruffled around his wrist as his fingers claimed you.His hot breath. “Um ... the same,” Anders barely says in a whisper.“Okay, it’ll be right out,” Mela says, throwing the man a wink.After their waitress leaves, Janelle notices the craven look on his face. “What’s wrong?” she asks. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” It’s a little cliché but it is what the woman sees and the only way she can describe it.“I ... um...” Anders drops his gaze to his wife and forces a smile onto his face. “I need to go to the restroom. I’ll be right back, honey.”He gets up to leave.