Like the ear rings, the dress was simple."I don't know why I did it the first time around," I answered. My heart was pounding and there was a little l...ump in my throat that made it hard to talk. The dress was off white, quite a contrast to her dark hair, which had been cut short for the summer. I had noticed the haircut on my first lap around the courts, but I didn't see how short it was because she was wearing a sweatband that completely covered it. "Short," I said, absentmindedly. It was a. Find out from her directly and try to salvage your marriage out of all this."I snarled, "How can I salvage my marriage when my wife is not being completely honest with me? Hell, she didn't tell me about all of that stuff in her past, her late teen years. If she had, and if she had promised me that it was all just that--the past--I would still have married her and loved her completely."I actually could feel the tears of anger and hurt on my face as I continued. "And now, not only hasn't she been. Doing this got me so horny I have never been so horny ever.I was getting closer to him making sure I was pretending to look at dressers near him but to be honest I could care less about the dressers my mind was undressing this hunk ,that's when the assistant came over to help me with a dress just as his girlfriend went into the change room I picked the shortest sexiest skirt and held it up ,I looked directly into his eyes and asked what he thought .What do I think he says well babe you know I. I sent her one.She read it. She responded. Then she wanted to hear another of my sordid fantasies about her.For the record, the fantasies are not really sordid. They are fantasies, fueled by the beauty of her inherent nature, a beauty that comes through so clearly in her words. Call me crazy, but the biggest turn-on for me is a woman’s mind and her soul. When I am making love to a woman, I am not making love to her body parts – they are just a conduit for physical contact. No, I am making love.