As she flipped a few pages and began reading, what was an erotic tale, she was moving in her seat, and I found her breathing hard. “Very interesting...” she said finishing the story. She then looked into my eyes as she gave back the magazine to me. I looked back at her, and our eyes kind of spoke to each other.She smiled and with a slow movement she hiked her skirt, revealing her beautiful, fair seductive thighs. “Are you a member of the frequent flyer?” she asked.As I was about to answer, she. I avoided the spray of coffee all over the table like you see in the slapstick comedies, but some caffeine did dribble out my nose as I tried to stifle my reaction.I cleaned my upper lip with a napkin and stared at my wife."What the hell kind of question is that?" I demanded.I learned a long time ago that the best defense is a good offense. Twenty years ago I was quite proud of the little guy, but he seemed less impressive all the time."You know how we ladies sit around the clubhouse and have a. He looked around for the remote control, and then he noticed that there was no television in the room. He picked up some travel brochures from the nightstand and read them absentmindedly.Barbara emerged from the bathroom wearing her nightgown. Marvin was surprised because it was only eight PM and way too early for bed. He grumbled, "I wish this place had a TV set." Barbara sat next to him and placed a hand on his shoulder. She turned to him and said, "We could make our own fun."Marvin. You're married too. And Georgia would take you to the cleaners. On some level I will miss it," I said. "Yes Rick you have the biggest dick I've ever had, but you already know that. It's over, don't call me anymore. No not even one more time. It has to end. So I'm ending it!"I went into shock as the lamp on my living room suddenly flashed on. I looked into the biggest softest brown eyes I had ever seen. I knew every line and fleck of those eyes. Those eyes and the heart connected to them were.