I smiled and said, “Hell no! That’s half the fun! She hates it and so does her husband over there. But...”“That’s her husband?!! That little..... !”Brad had his back to us but he heard the biker. I saw his neck turn red. He didn’t turn around and confront the guy, though. Smart move on his part. The biker would have kicked his ass without even realizing he’d been in a fight. Brad continued to stand right there with his back to us and watch Sam feeling up his nearly naked wife. I think he’s making. " I say in return, pretending to not understand what he means. "I can give you some examples," he whispers, his smile getting bigger. "For instance, I know you like it when I touch you here..." he whispers again as he slowly puts his hand under the table and places it on my upper thigh, stroking me slightly. A wave of hornyness comes over me and I can barely breath as he slowly moves his hand up and up my short skirt. "But I also know you hate it when I stop, and tease you," he smiles as he. Five minutes later, my black lover also disappeared from my sight.I kept working for about another half hour and then noticed I was alone there; not even the front desk guy, who happened to be black, was there.Before getting out from the front desk, he had put up the closed sign and the main doors were locked. I thought it was strange, but it was a dead night in the gym. I went directly to the ladies’room and had a warm relaxing shower. Then I wrapped my body around a towel and noticed there. Would you like for me to stop and bring dinner home?”“That would be wonderful. We were drinking at Tony’s and I got a little drunk.”“Oh, I see,” I said, not seeing at all.When I got home, I saw the message light on the phone blinking. I pushed play and listed as my message from earlier in the day played. Marissa hadn’t listened to it.Since she wasn’t downstairs, I went up to our bedroom. She was on the bed, fully dressed, deep in sleep. This was crazy. I walked over and checked her breathing..