Later, I got Sybil to herself. "I guess I should tell you that Paul doesn't usually keep girlfriends that long. I'm not sure what the reason is." I was looking forward to Cal's office Christmas party. For once, I could be with Cal and eat and drink to my heart's content without criticism from him about wasting money. He even let me buy a new dress - on sale - at Goodwill. The crowning moment of the night was meeting Paul, the new man. My goodness, he was handsome, fit and his smile made me wet. He was escorting a woman I was sure was a Playboy bunny. Although she was short in stature, she was big in breasts and buns. Her dress showed plenty of both. Overall, she oozed sexuality. Cal introduced me to Paul. Paul introduced us to Brandy. We sat together at a table. I was having trouble not staring at Paul. My looking was much more subdued from then on. There were candidates for my affection from the office and from the café I went once a week, but no one won the nomination much less the title of lover.

I laughed, my breathing still ragged and short. "Just sugar tablets, honey! And don't you dare even think about a real affair, It's as much as I can do to keep thinking up revenge plans for your pretend adultery! God know's what devious schemes I would have to invent if it were for REAL!"We managed to break away and return separately. Julie stared daggers at me. Cal looked clueless. Julie made sure she was the only one to dance with Paul the rest of the night. I was still decompressing from my first kiss from Paul. I did too. I ignored it at first in hopes that it was just a temporary glitch. It wasn't and it's beginning to be a large sum of money involved." I stroked her blonde hair down over her shoulders. Slowly...slowly...allowing her to become accustomed to my touch. I watched her eyes close and heard a sigh escape her lips as my hand fell gently to her breast and gave it a little squeeze. I felt the nipple react under her blouse and realised that she had not worn a bra. The next night, he came over for dinner and we spent the night in bed. It wasn't quite as good as the night before. It seemed Paul was distracted. "What's the matter, Paul? Are you feeling guilty? I'm the one who should be, but I don't. Loving you just feels so right." Quiet?" I yell at him. I slam my empty beer bottle onto the table. "The last thing you have to worry about is me being quiet!"

Cal kept his nose to the grindstone as far as our financial life was headed. I began to separate our lives into two parts: financial and non-financial. Cal and I were partners in the financial part. As I saw it, we were just acquaintances in the non-financial part. I was then not only vulnerable I was actively looking. I wanted more rewards in my life, non-expensive rewards. I wanted sex with another man. Jay! Jay, look at me," I say sternly. He looks up at me with his head still hanging down. "Lift your head up and look at me," I tell him. He lifts his head up. Tight, you need to meet the armoury officer in ten minutes." She was lying through her teeth, but she knew he did not want a meeting when he asked her that. He looked at his father, No, you need to tell me how to bow down to your needs, right." He walked out and hit the road. He ran all the way to his offices, then returned, almost running Genevieve over. He looks up at me wearily. "And I watch. And sometimes I join in. If she wants me to. But mostly I just watch." He stares at me resignedly.

Michael Barron, wow. Look at you. A true warrior in all senses of the word, except for one. His wife." She looked at his face.

Craig and Joel appeared a few minutes later. I showed them into the lounge and poured them both a good measure of scotch. Adding one for myself, we settled down and I hit the remote to power up the wide screen TV and switched channels until I'd found the football game that I knew was showing. I felt good when my marriage to Cal Fielding had passed the infamous 'seven year itch' mark. Although I, Loretta, had received my share of male attention over the years, appropriate and inappropriate, I was not seriously tempted at any time. The fact that I had an attentive, compassionate, loving husband helped considerably. Although I had very little experience to compare my husband to other men in the bedroom, I was, at the time, very happy with the quantity and quality of sex we had.Usually, I prefer to do this in my home," she says, gazing at me adulterously. "This seems so..." She turns her head to look around the room again. "So smutty." I see a mischievous grin spread across her face.