He couldn’t back up any further.“That is so awesome!” she whispered as she humped back and forth along its length.She put her arms around his ba...ck and locked one thigh around his hips. She leaned forward and placed the tip of her nose against his.“Would you like to see mine?” she asked with an impish grin.Simon shook his head and gasped.“Girls don’t have things!” he stammered, “Girls are different!”“Yes we are,” she said huskily, “Girls are different so we can have fun with boys!”“R—, really?”. “Nice, nice. Average, average, yuck, owww…Average… very nice.” That was in response to the nicelooking blond that was walking right towards me. “Very, very nice,” I said to my self as I recognized mywife of 12 years. She had on a sparkling, long blackhalter dress that showed her shoulders and had a slitup to her mid thigh. The string of pearls I’d given her the day I proposedwere draped around her neck. Her blond hair was tied ina tight bun on her head. I am sure it must have gotten her thinking about the possibility of being caught and my reaction.Day 3It was Saturday and our Saturday ritual is to sit down in the evening and watch a movie together. Generally we watch a chick flick like Sleepless in Seattle and make love afterwards. I know it is a bit banal but this is what it is. Today I picked up a different movie altogether. I picked up a Pierce Brosnan flick "Butterfly on the wheel". The story is about a man seeking revenge on his cheating. She was captured and spent the entire summer as a slave. Since the summer isn’t quite over, we kept her as a slave once she was returned to us.”“Wow!” was all that Jessica could manage to say.“She’s been delightful to have around and to play with. You can play with her too if you like. Better yet, why don’t the two of your plan to spend the night. It’s Faith’s birthday and you and Tom can help us celebrate.”“We can’t,” sighed Jessica. “Tom’s out of town.” She kept glancing at Faith, unable to.