.. you know... what you did to me?" he asked."Yes." she said, licking her lips remembering."Who is it?" he asked anxiously."I told you, I can't tell."...She stepped closer to the bed, looking at his erection."So why are you here tonight?" he asked."I like doing it." she answered simply."Oh good" he gushed. "Cause I like it too." Do you like it enough to... do it to me?" She was afraid he would say "No."She shouldn't have worried. "You'd let me do THAT?" he asked incredulously.She leaned over and. I could now audit the accounts of the organizations I worked for. I raised my fee from 200 dollars to 300 dollars per day for new customers and I found plenty of takers. Soon, I was making about 3,000 dollars per month, more money than my husband. With our combined incomes we were prosperous by small town Kansas standards. We both drove good cars now and I satisfied my husband's most fervent wish, a 40 inch screen television – the largest then available -- for Christmas.Fridays through Sundays. "I said, "Yes, we have a lot of fun together, we have a real good laughtogether as girls." I must admit after quite a few glasses of wine mybrain wasn't in too great a shape to understand what June was getting at.She carried on, "I wish you could be Janet all the time, you know notchopping and changing back to boring old Tom. We could find you a new jobas Janet, even move house if you wanted to, then you could be Janet allthe time, you just look so pretty as you are and I don't want you everto. You speak clearly to your husband. You tell him you’ll be home shortly. You hang up and slowly position yourself so your lover can flip you over. He’s retrieving your panties. You lift your legs and slip them on trying to hold your lovers seed inside. It’s a long drive home, perhaps an hour. You feel your lover’s seed leaking out. You drive up to your garage and make your way into the house. Hubby is waiting with open arms. He backs you against the sofa and you fall back. He hurriedly slips.