He relaxed a little.Sean leaned over to Suzie and commented, “I don’t think he understands the historical significance of the events of last Frida... night. You would think that a historian would recognize a historical event when he sees it. Perhaps I have over-estimated his abilities as a historian.”“Maybe he is thinking of something with a little greater scope to it — like a war,” Suzie suggested.“I’m still waiting for him to tell us about his tea-time conversations with Attila the Hun,” Sean. My hand runs through your hair and down the side of your face, caressing your cheek. You reach to grab it and turn your head, kissing the inside of my palm. Not releasing my hand, you guide it finally inside of your panties, gasping when my fingers run delicately over your clit. Your hand in my boxers, my hand in your panties, our fingers eliciting pleasure in its most raw form from each other. Slowly, I draw my finger up the length of your opening and out of your dampness. The disappointment. ”I held out my hands. “Sarah, none of this was my idea...”“Damn it!” yelled Sarah. She stood and stomped off towards the tent.I looked at Prisha.“Oh, don’t worry. She’s only mad because I got you first.”“Pri, what am I? A prize in some contest?”“No! It’s not like that. And she has no right to be angry. She’s stolen enough guys away from me. I’ll go calm her down.”Prisha scurried up to the tent.I sighed. Was it always that dramatic with those two? It was comforting that both of them had. She had on a tight mid-thigh dark blue dress and a touch more makeup than our typical stay at home dinner date. I knew it was time for me to make up my mind about ‘it’ as Lori sat down saying, "Dig in, I made your favorites, baby," with a purposely neutral smile."It smells delicious honey!" I said, genuinely smiling at my beautiful wife. I had already decided ‘it’ was okay, but I wasn't going to tell Lori just yet. I had thought about ‘it’ a lot, and I guess what settled ‘it’ for me, were my.