My wife was a classic domestic housewife, Mrs. Palomini's husband was the cliched suit and breadwinner. And they were both dreadfully boring.I had al...ays known Mrs. Palomini from school functions and volunteer community service, but she struck me as just another boring clean-cut citizen of this town. Our affair began as pure happenstance with the two of us yearning for more taboo desires. It wasn't love. It wasn't even casual courting. It was plain hardcore anal fucking like we were doing. But you have to make a choice for us. The deal is, you have 2 stops to make and want to wear clothes. But we like you naked, but we are not totally mean. Your choice is you can wear clothes for one place, but not the other. The one you wear clothes at will be the first stop and then you will strip down and leave the clothes at whichever place you are at. So bitch, which place would you want clothes on. The gas station or the grocery store?"Then Kim said, "And if you try to talk us into both. She brushed the curtain aside and climbed into the shower. As she soaped up her sides and ran her hands down her body she thought of her boyfriend back home. They had been together since high school and even though she had to give a lot of the casualness of meeting guys and the hookups that her friends all enjoyed, she loved Grady and she thought it was worth it. She squeezed her tits together, looking down at herself while biting her lip. She always thought her tits were on the smaller. ..in a way," I said smiling, trying to let her know where my thoughts were at the moment. She grinned at that, as though reading my mind."Hold that thought," she teased back suggestively. "Val's bringing over dinner this evening, perhaps afterwards," she said putting me off, and disappointing me slightly on the one hand, but at least indicating we might indeed spend what precious little time we still had together after that.It was one of the few times I wasn't looking forward to Valerie's.