It was his way of saying that I was the prettiest woman there, the winner in the contest of husbands. We would smile, and I would thank him, for I kne... he meant it, even if I disagreed. He loved me, and his vision was influenced by his heart.But I knew that the reality was that I was the winner. And my friends, bless them, all knew it, too.Not that my friends had all married losers. Okay, some had, and others were less than attractive, and others had fallen out of love, or had just settled into. She was a very good looking lady with very fine legs beautiful hips (36′) a very small waist (24′) and a pair of great tits (36C) she was dressed in a big skirt and a sweater blouse she was a looker, her c***dren were 7 and 4 years old cute k**s we were in the center last row so it was 5 wide, we were the only ones in the last row. So we talked she said she was flying to L A then she was going to Bakersfield to her parents house. We talked somemore her k** were real well behaved the went to. "You can't be happy or sad, or any of that..."Silence for a few moments."I'm awake," he said. "I'm just waiting for the shower to be..."Just then, the bathroom door opened and Andrea came walking out, her short blonde hair dripping with water, steam following her in a cloud.She looked at him for a moment, then smiled."Arguing with Tina again?" She asked. It always made her laugh.He said nothing."Yes," the mechanical voice replied, sounding irritated itself, though it wasn't capable of becoming. I also asked her why they did not stay at the bar at the golf course and she said they were asked to leave because some of her coworkers were getting out of hand and one woman actually gave a guy a hand job at the bar.When we got home I helped her up to bed and got her undressed. When I took her shorts off I could see her panties were soaking wet and she was out cold. I went down stairs and could not stop thinking what I saw and how wet she was I could not help stroking my cock thinking about.