What I did not know was the extent to which it would come to haunt me. I am not insecure and I am not afraid of losing Natalie to Roger. The reason is...- I never had Natalie, I was just the life partner to share the bed with while he was her confidant. He was the first person she called when she got promoted. He was the first person she called when her father died - not me, but Roger. I took that in my stride because I was secure in my relation with her and did not feel that the relation was in. She then turned so her back was to us and cleaned her beautiful ass, rubbing soap on her buns.She finished by pulling the rope and fresh water rinsed off the suds. She then got out of the tub and slowly but very erotically dried herself off. She ended her performance by putting on a lacy pair of panties and a negligee. She looked absolutely stunning as the lights were turned up to normal.Everyone was applauding and putting more money in her tip baskets. I went up and put twenty dollars of my. Her top was made of the same material but rather than conceal her shape with billowing volume, it flowed with her curves, making her look even more buxom. In place of the loose skirt, she put on a pair of shorts that were just as form-fitting as her new top. There was also a difference in her stride. She was nervous but excited, anticipatory. She opened the back door on her side, and dumped the bags on the back seat. Then she got in and started up the car, throwing me another hundred megawatt. It was as if she was still conducting her fitness classes in her sleep.Now, with her round hiney propped up by a pillow which she was suffocating beneath her crotch, her pink panties that wrapped her bottom --perfect, aside from a slight, uneven wedgie-- just taunted Kellen like a kid giving him the raspberry. He stared at her, listening to the soft, contented purr of her breath as she slept. The woman was a log, a milky, freckled-skinned log with a tousle of pumpkin-spice hair covering her.