"Okay. Just thought I'd ask." I said in a weary tone, and started to shuffle to the door.Abruptly, she turned and stared at me with her pale blue eyes.... They were quite amazing, really. "Why are men such assholes?" she asked me."It's in the DNA," I said. It was the best I could do on short notice. I wanted to keep her talking, although why, I didn't know. "Problem at home?" I inquired, wondering why I asked, and whether or not she would tell me. We didn't know each other well enough to trade war. I smiled knowing she was going to meet up with Greg but little did she know I was going with them too. SHe left and I text greg, he told me I could ride with his friends and sit in the back since they were following him and her in a seperate car. The 2 friends of Greg were nice and grilled me on the way up about how slutty kristi is. One of the guys started laughing as we all noticed my wifes head go down on greg in the car in fron tof us obviously giving him a bj. We made it to the club and. I smelled like her. I could close my eyes and just feel her lips and how her body felt pressed against me.It was a Friday, so the entire weekend was filled with emails back and forth. By Monday morning we had agreed to meet at work early before anyone had gotten there.We arrived about the same time and anxiously walked in together. Again, we went into the office far in the back of the building. Immediately, we were all over each other. My hands were on her ass, her hands all over me. Soon she. Tomorrow was another day after all, and tomorrow belongs to no one. We both came when he pulled into our garage a half hour later.A lot of tomorrows passed by, and my relationship with Jim only became more loving, and caring, and much more intimately strange when he was home. For instance, I asked to go out dancing one day, and he takes me to this Adult Entertainment Center where they have strippers in a glass cage surrounded by booths. Customers sit in these booths and shove special tokens.