We resisted for another three minutes before I took his hand and lead him to the steam room. The steam room was a large box situated directly over ...a bubbling geyser the sulphurous steam from this filled the room making it hot but not unbearable. I entered first leading Steve by the hand. It was bright outside so it took a while for my eyes to adjust to the dim lighting in the room but as they did the scene that confronted us was the most exciting I have ever experienced in a Steam Room. . I shouldn’t be doing this, but ... She was married. She swore vows. It was a ... challenge. To seduce her... “Isn’t that why we’re here?”“To talk, or talk?” she asked. She looked over her shoulder, the smile on her lips growing. “Is that what you think is going to happen?”“When was the last time you really talked?” I asked her. “To relax. To have a ... pleasant afternoon.”“Mmm...” She opened a sealed box and measured out some powdery tea leaves, pouring them into each cup. “How long do you. It’s very exciting for me to watch her prepare because I know it is the prelude to the fun evening we will both be enjoying later.The ankle bracelet she wears is a signal to those in the know that she is a hot wife available for male pleasure. And when we are in the presence of some manly men at a club, bar or party she isn’t hesitant to openly flirt with them in front of me. She always lets them know that I’m her husband because that is a big part of our fun. This is a turn on for both of us. Hell half the guys in here ain't done shit compared to the two of you. But a storyteller you ain't! So now that I know how you got off the bus, and by the way that was one fine piece of analysis to know that bastard on the bus was one of the mesicans, why don't we let your beautiful sister finish the story."So I get to tell the story while Erast is busy eating. I finish my second beer and a third one arrives.Magdalena is holding my hand telling Bob, "Yes honey that's exactly what she did."I get.