This took place back in the late 1970s when my wife at that time, we're now long divorced, and I were very horny young adults. We both had strong exhi...bitionist tendencies and, even though we had young k**s at home, we managed to do a lot of playing at night after the k**s were in bed upstairs.We liked to have sex down stairs, both in the living room with its big picture window, (the curtains open – of course), and in the dining room with its big sliding door that opened into our back yard. She had settled back into her familiar persona of housewife and mother but now with a secret and exciting side. Their marriage bed saw more and better action. Any mention of “The Trip” got juices flowing. They were both happier and even the kids thought they were more fun.At the first coffee klatch in the neighborhood after her return she looked at the other wives and wondered if any of them had hidden erotic stories like hers. For the first time she felt very grown-up as they talked about sex,. It had been awhile since he had actually practiced with his guns, and he might be getting a little rusty. After finishing up that, he shut the night stand drawer, and noticed that his alarm clock said that the time was now 6:30 a.m. He had about fifteen minutes before he definitely had to leave for work. He went into the kitchen and shoved his wallet and keys into his pants’ pockets, and then headed into the bathroom to fill up his watering can for the plants. He quickly went around the house. They entered, informed the Maitre d' of whom they were meeting and were led to a secluded table and told it was Mr. Becker's usual table when he was in town and that he would be with them shortly.Kevin was slightly out of place in a sport coat and tie as the majority of the men in the restaurant were wearing tuxes. Denise wore a black cocktail dress which was elegant in its simplicity, matching black hose and high heels. They sat making small talk and studying the menu until both looked up as a.