Maybe she’s a slutty wife too, just like me.”“Will you make up your mind if you’re my wife or not?” he joked.“Why do that and take out all... the fun I have with you,” she smiled, leaning to kiss him. “Come on, let’s get you fucked too.”Tina fastened the lower button on her dress, her breasts barely covered. “If you order me another double, I’ll go and invite her to join us.”Dan went to the bar as Tina approached the woman. She looked down the low scooped opening of her top to see the upper halves. He walked upstairs feeling himself burning, and his heart racing. Even when his wife and her lover spent the night together, in what had been the marital bed, he was rarely subjected to the noise of their love-making. This was extreme. He was jealous; jealous of the passion, and envious of it at the same time. The bedroom door was only pushed to, and he contemplated a quick look, but he knew this was too corrosive, too self-destructive, and so he retreated quietly down to the lounge to wait.. She was certain that the phenomenon was not due to her visual acuity, though, as she had left her eyeglasses on her desk in a deliberate act of vanity to which all women past a certain age were entitled. Instead, she attributed her unusual ability of making out the diners, despite the grimy glass, to a gestalt that traced back to a childhood obsession for games of connect-the-dots. The problem was she had trouble discerning where to draw the lines in her current, labyrinthine involvement.. “To tell the truth,” he confessed, “I’m just getting up.” “I woke you up?” “Yes,” he laughed. “You did wake me up.” Then thinking quickly he added, “And you should be ashamed. I was having a wonderful dream about kissing your sweet nipples.” He heard her sigh before she said, “There’s no need to dream about it. Why don’t you just do it?” “For the simple reason that I’m in bed alone,” he pointed out. “To play with those lovely breasts of yours, I do need to have you beside me.” “I could be there.