She stood on tiptoe and kissed me gently on the lips. Nothing erotic but definetly more than I had hoped for so soon. She told me she didn't know wha... she would do without me and called me her next door "Daddy". I blushed heavily and excused myself and went home. I took this pet name the wrong way. I was certain that she felt like I was her handyman next door neighbor and would be nothing else. I couldn't have been more wrong. I was invited to dinner a couple of nights later. It was. He was rock hard now and he pulled her back to her feet. He moved her to the front of the bed and bent her over on to the bed. I couldn’t believe how good my wife’s ass look as she was bent over the side of the bed. I saw several different things about her over the last two days.He quickly plunged his cock into her pussy from behind. I heard her scream as he began to fuck her silly. He smack her ass several times with his hands as she would yelp out every time his hand came across her tender. That night, we were having dinner with her parents at their place. I didn’t know precisely what she’d said to them, or exactly how she’d explained her absence, but they welcomed me as if my shit didn’t stink.That evening it didn’t; I’d met with Laura at a motel at four where we’d shared a long shower under hot water, and I’d gotten my skin completely clean for the first time since the Guard weekend, and then she dressed me up in the suit and tie. I looked pretty damn good, though I say it. Sitting by the phone, waiting for a call from him that was never going to happen. I did not even want it to happen. I needed a change but god knows I was not going to do it myself. Like she was reading my mind, Stacy grabbed my arm and asked in a very serious tone, ‘Do you want to go do something? It’ll get your mind off things.’ ‘But I don’t know you.’ I replied hesitantly. ‘Won’t it be weird?’ I immediately regretted what I just said. I must have sounded foolish. But not to Stacey. She is.