My name is Susie, and I've been a happily married woman for about 5 years now. It's my second attempt, the first was not so happy, and I'm often left wondering how I managed to be so badly wrong about my first husband. We thought we'd found the secret, that our relationship was going to be different to anyone else's... I guess that's how everyone feels when they start out, but then things change. I was determined not to make the same mistake a second time, and got involved with someone who didn't have the same animal attraction but was a little more easygoing. That's not to say that me and Eric don't have a physical connection; we love each other's bodies, but usually I enjoy his company no matter what we're doing, inside or outside the bedroom.

That's why I can't pretend that what I did was because of a lack of sexual satisfaction. It wasn't as though I needed to find some excitement that was lacking when he was around; it's simply that he wasn't around enough. We originally met and still live in our hometown, quite a large area but not exactly a major city. He had a more low-key job back then, pretty dull office work, and it was only after we'd been married a couple of years that he got the promotion he'd been hankering after for so long. That took him out of town on a fairly regular basis - not that he was jetting off to exotic corners of the world every week, but he had meetings with clients that meant I didn't see him for several days at least once a month. He wasn't thrilled with the arrangement either, but I could see it meant so much to him and to his career and I didn't really complain about it. I could find ways to amuse myself in his absence, I had enough friends and relatives back home to keep contact with, but it was almost inevitable that I would try and look for something extra before long... and I soon found it.

The friends that I mentioned included some of mine, and a few of his - buddies from his old work place, who'd ribbed him about his promotion several times at his leaving party but were still genuinely happy for him. During his last months there we had all become quite a sociable group, going out to bars and restaurants and spending a lot of our free time together. I shared their sense of humour, and I had no problem holding conversations with them, but I would've been blind not to notice the way that they looked at me, unashamedly ogling me whenever Eric's attention was distracted. I didn't mind that at all, it felt flattering and faintly thrilling at the same time, and occasionally engaged in a little harmless flirting. Yes, there may well be no such thing, but there was an unspoken agreement among all of us that it wasn't to be taken seriously. They knew that and I knew that - and I was the one who decided to take it further. I didn't see it as some kind of betrayal at all; maybe my sense of judgement had taken a vacation, but it's not like I wanted to have a serious relationship with someone. I just wanted to have fun, and I knew that if I pushed them hard enough, Eric's friends wanted to as well.

We still saw them every now and then when Eric was back home, but the acquaintance wasn't as close, and I found it pretty difficult to put the suggestion to them one summer day when I had been left to my own devices. Despite what you may think, I couldn't just dangle the prospect of sex in front of them and watch them come running; they had known Eric a lot longer than I had and didn't want to hurt him in any way. That was commendable, and I had it in the back of my mind when I called Carl, the unofficial "leader" of the group who was closest to Eric and had always told the others to lay off me whenever they tried to go too far. At first he was amused when I made the offer, thinking it was another jokey flirt, and then he was reduced to shocked silence when he realised I was serious. I told him that I just wanted no-strings sex while Eric was away, and asked him to round up the others and come to the house if he agreed. He sounded willing but made no promises, and for hours afterwards I was left wondering if I had just managed to lose four good friends for no real purpose. It was only around eight o'clock that evening, when I had given up all hope, that I heard the doorbell ring and there they were all huddled outside, their faces a mixture of caution and anticipation.

I explained clearly to them what I had already told Carl, that I wanted to enjoy myself with them during the weeks that Eric wasn't home and they had no obligation to me whatsoever other than to satisfy me sexually. When Jeff, the youngest member of the group, asked me why I hadn't approached one of them individually, I replied flippantly, "Four times the cock, four times the fun, right?", which got a chuckle out of all of them. Now that I had assured them that I wasn't looking for anything serious or romantic, I could see that they couldn't resist the attraction of what was being offered to them; I had promised them I would do virtually anything they wanted. After a few moments where they mulled the idea over, Carl turned to Pete, a dark-haired, thick-set guy who had always been the most forward around me. "Well, what do you think?"

"I'm thinking that we're wasting time when the night is still young," he observed in response. I smiled, and began to unbutton my blouse as they quickly stripped off.

That marked the beginning of a wonderful couple of months for me, and for them too. Eric was away on business roughly two weeks out of each month, and in that time I had his buddies round at my place almost every day, during their lunch hour or else in the early evening when they managed to make some excuse to their own friends and families. Carl and Pete were married, but Jeff and Tommy, the fourth guy, were unattached at the moment, and seemed less certain of themselves around me. I made life easy on all of them by wearing the tightest, sluttiest black dress I could find in my wardrobe. I had expanded a little too much in the last couple of years and it was a pain trying to squeeze into it, but I still had a fairly impressive figure even at the age of 41. I'm above average height, around 5'10", and that dress certainly displayed my legs to good effect. The neckline plunged nicely, and combined with my shoulder-length brunette hair the overall package was more than enticing enough. They couldn't take their eyes off me and I made sure they got a good look at everything when I was around them, bending over to pick things up whenever I had the chance. It felt so exhilarating, so wonderfully naughty, to be giving my husband's closest friends what they had always secretly desired.

I had something good ready for them to eat whenever they came round, besides my pussy; I wasn't exactly waiting on them hand and foot, but they needed plenty of energy for what was to follow, and that wasn't the only service I provided. Food is one thing, but when it comes to sex the way to a man's heart is through his dick. Crouched on the lounge floor, down on my knees, I gave each one of them in turn what I hoped was the best oral they'd ever received; the wetter the better in my book, and they obviously agreed judging by the amount of spunk they showered me in once they'd finished. I always looked forward to sucking off Pete the most, since he had a cock that was evidently the envy of the younger guys and was regarded with faint amusement by Carl. It was easily ten inches long, and a nice plump width when erect, providing me with quite a challenge that I was eager to accept. Pete nearly choked me when I tried to deep-throat him, but that was nothing compared to the effort it took to swallow his ejaculate when he came. If I'd been low on calorie intake before he and the others arrived, I certainly wasn't afterwards. He repaid me in fine style in the bedroom, however, when he fucked me harder and longer than any of the others could possibly manage; I had the best, most intense orgasms since my first marriage and was left begging for more.

We varied our activities a lot from day to day; sometimes I would give them blowjobs, sometimes they would stand over me and jerk off onto my face and chest. Then one of them would fuck me from behind while I sucked another off, with the remaining two masturbating over my body while they waited for their turn. Sometimes I would even let them fuck me in three holes at once, in my pussy, my asshole and my mouth, but that left me feeling horribly sore afterwards and it was difficult for them to be positioned correctly. It may have been a purely physical deal, but we certainly weren't mechanical at any time; I laughed and joked with them just like I would in any normal situation, and when we relaxed together following our little sessions it felt like such a regular event, as though we were down in a bar somewhere with Eric celebrating his promotion again. At times it was almost surreal, but no matter what it was always enjoyable. Carl told me what a great time they were all having, and I felt happy to oblige.

One particularly stifling day, they arrived in the early afternoon and were eager to get out of their clothes, motivated by the heat as much as by lust. By the time I got into the lounge they were already seated stark naked on the furniture around the sides, Jeff and Carl beside each other on the couch and Tommy and Pete taking an armchair each. I stood in the middle of the room and looked around mischievously, welcoming the fact that for once I was dressed in more than they were. "You guys are pretty keen today, aren't you?" I noted slyly.

"Let's see a bit more of your pussy, Susie," Carl murmured heavily, beginning to stroke his shaft. I stood facing him and slowly ruffled up the hem of my skirt, revealing my bare crotch underneath. At the same time I stood with my legs as wide apart as possible, displaying my ass to both Pete and Tommy, who were already quite literally on the edge of their seats with cocks in hands.

"Does that pussy look wet enough to you, Carl?" I teased him, prying my swollen pussy lips apart. "Or does it need something special like your prick inside it?"

Carl's excited eyes roved over me, filled with desire. "I'm going to give you a fucking you'll never forget, you slut..." He was pumping his cock harder, as were they all, and I felt like they deserved a release before we really got down to business.

"We'll do that soon Carl, but first..." I slipped the dress off over my head and knelt submissively on the floor, staring up at him "...don't you want to cover me in your cum? All of you," I added, turning my head and grinning at Pete and Tommy. They were off their chairs in a shot and standing on either side of me, their organs swaying in my face. As Jeff and Carl rose from the couch and positioned themselves directly in front, I took a deep breath and inhaled the intoxicating smell of male arousal.

They started to jerk off in unison, grim determination etched on their faces. I gave them a little help, massaging a couple of dicks with a pleasant smile, but they hardly needed it. The inflamed heads were beginning to convulse, the liquid reserves inside ready to be spurted out. I closed my eyes and waited for the first warm blasts to splash over my face and throat, eager to accept their cum. And then a stammering but familiar voice sent a jolt of panic straight through me.

"Oh God, I - I'm sorry..." I opened my eyes and snapped my head round, as did the guys, to see a shocked, cringing woman beginning to hurry out of the room. She had disappeared in an instant, but that was all I needed to recognise my younger sister.

"Oh, shit!" I muttered, and clambered to my feet, hastily donning my dress again. "Look guys, everything's fine, just stay here and I'll be back soon, OK?" They mostly looked as embarrassed as I felt, although Pete seemed to be deriving a little humour from the situation. Smug bastard, I thought to myself as I hurried from the room slipping my shoulder straps on.

I went through into the kitchen and found Clara standing in front of the sink, her back to me. She was shaking nervously, as though her whole body had seized up; I couldn't really blame her. "Haven't you ever heard of knocking?" I hissed angrily.

She turned round, a look of shock still emblazoned on her face. "The door was open. Besides, I thought it was OK for me to come round now and then - obviously not, I guess."

"It's been weeks since you last visited, you should have called first or something..."

"Don't act like I'm the one who's done something wrong here! Who the hell are those guys?" she demanded, gesticulating angrily towards the lounge door.

"They're friends of Eric's, I've known them for a long time now. We're very close."

"No shit!" Clara said flippantly, shaking her head in disbelief. "You've found a way to ruin another marriage, huh Susannah? You really are a piece of work..."

She was the only one who ever called me that; even my mother called me Susie, but for some reason this little twerp (OK, she was in her mid-30s, but to me she'd always been the annoying younger sister) insisted on using Susannah, like she was lecturing me as my superior. It annoyed the hell out of me. "Look Clara, don't you dare bring that up again," I told her in no uncertain terms. "You know full well that it wasn't me who broke up that marriage, it was Mike."

"Well, you're certainly going to break up this one. You're never satisfied with anything or anyone, are you?"

"I don't like to get stuck in a rut, if that's what you mean. And Clara, listen to me - this is NOT an affair, I have no romantic feelings whatsoever for those guys in there. All they want, and all I want, is sex. Just sex. This doesn't have to ruin things with Eric, and it won't ruin them if you keep your mouth shut about it, OK?"

"You expect me to keep quiet about this, to lie to him?" Clara exclaimed in astonishment. "You can't ask me to do that."

"This arrangement keeps me and them satisfied while he's away on business, it'll end when I want it to end. You won't have to go on lying forever. I'm asking you as a sister, to do something for me."

"God, you are such a slut..."

The comment stung, and I could see the distaste on her features, but I wasn't about to let it get to me. "Maybe I am a slut," I replied. "But if I am, then it's my decision and it's none of your damn business."

"Fine. Fine. I'll leave you to have more fun with your friends, then." She pushed past to head to the front door, but I stepped in front of her. I just couldn't let her go like that, in this kind of mood.

"Look... why don't you come in and meet them?" I suggested.

"There's no way I'm going in there again," Clara said instantly. "They're... they're naked in there."

"That happens sometimes during sex," I quipped. "I just want you to see that they're people, they're friends of mine, and there is no way that they're going to jeopardise what me and Eric have."

"I have to be getting home anyway - "

"Please," I demanded, staring her in the face, and she relented. Slowly, almost numbly, she followed me into the lounge, where the guys were patiently seated with cocks that had now become thoroughly flaccid. "Everyone," I announced rather grandly, "this is my younger sister, Clara."

Pete waved at her jokingly; the others maintained an awkward silence. Carl eventually stood up. "Susie, maybe we should come back another time, when you're completely free..."

"I'm free now. And I want to start where we left off." The moment I said this Clara immediately hurried to the door again, but I pulled her back towards me. "Just sit down, and watch," I instructed her firmly. I don't know where on earth I found the authority in my voice, but it was enough to make her do exactly as I asked, for the first time I could recall. She sat carefully on the far end of the couch, perched on the edge, and stayed there like a coiled spring, staring ahead of her.

"OK guys, we were in the middle of something, weren't we?"

"What, you want to carry on?" Carl queried in amazement. "With her watching?"

"Exactly." I looked back at Clara contemptuously. "If I'm a slut, then I want her to see what sluts do." She reacted sharply to that, and all of a sudden she looked more vulnerable than I had ever seen her; a small figure in neat clothing, her blonde hair partly falling across her face. I wanted to reduce her to silence for once, to make her accept that what I was doing was right and good.

I saw Carl look across momentarily at Pete, who raised his eyebrows in a "You're going to pass up an opportunity like this?" expression. They were turned on by the idea, I could see their cocks beginning to stiffen once more as I removed my dress and knelt down on the floor among them, naked in front of little sis. "Come on guys, you've still got plenty of spunk left in there, haven't you?" I encouraged them, keeping my eyes fixed on Clara.

"I've got more than enough for you," Pete muttered as he stood right beside me, his penis clenched in his fist. I knew he was going to unload a massive wad all over me, so I tried to speed things up, wrapping my lips around his cock head and slurping hard. Behind me, Tommy pulled my hair back and began pumping over my right ear and cheek, determined to coat my face completely. Carl and Jeff were concentrating on my neck and my tits. And whenever I stole a glance back towards Clara, she was still sitting stock still, her eyes glued to the spectacle in front of her.

Jeff brought his dick up to my face, rubbing it against my nose; I grasped his and Pete's in my fingers and took them both into my mouth, lapping at them with the folds of my drooling tongue. Tommy tugged at my hair and jerked my head backward slightly, tilting it so I was ready to face their onslaught. The grunts and groans of the four men grew steadily louder as they approached their climax, and I wallowed in the feeling of anticipation that engulfed me. I closed my eyes, smiled and listened as Carl gave voice to his ejaculation. "Oh God... ooohhhhh!!!" Hot ropes of semen were sprayed onto my face, covering my mouth and chin in a thick, sticky mess whose bitter, salty smell flooded my nostrils. Within seconds the other three came too, blanketing my hair and forehead and shooting their jets onto my throat and chest. Their cum dripped down over my eyelids and in between my breats, collecting in viscous pockets. It was undoubtedly the most they had ever produced with me, and I knew exactly why.

I opened my mouth slightly and licked my lips, swallowing a great deal of the cum that was on them and also consuming the amount that had congealed around my mouth; then I looked up at the circle of panting, flushed faces standing over me and grinned happily. I scooped up more of their ejaculate off my tits and licked it gently off my fingers. Soon they were presenting their dripping cocks to be sucked clean, and I duly obliged. But just as their attention was focused on me, we heard a sound that made all of us jump unexpectedly. A high, frantic yelp.

We turned as one, just as we had done when Clara first burst in on us, to see her sitting there with her eyes squeezed shut and her legs wide apart, a single hand thrust down the front of her jeans. She didn't care if we were watching her or what we thought of her; she was masturbating openly at what she had just witnessed, abandoning her usual restraint and caution. As I watched her I was suddenly filled with love for her, a love that went beyond mere sisterly affection. She looked so pure and innocent, so beautiful... I caught my breath suddenly as I realised what kind of feelings were running through my head at the thought of my younger sister. But they wouldn't change, and they only increased as she reached a strangled orgasm that had her throwing her head back against her shoulders, her mouth wide open. When she recovered, she looked momentarily abashed at the attention she was receiving, but then her eyes locked onto mine.

"Susie... Susie, please..." she whispered faintly. "Please... let them do it to me. Let them do it to me!" Her demand sent me reeling, wondering what on earth I had done to change her so completely, to make her want the kind of experience I had just had. But I could see she wanted it so badly, and I could hardly say no after what she had done for me.

I looked up at Carl, and gulped nervously. "Well, you heard the lady..." He hesitated for a moment, wondering whether he should go this far, but ultimately his desire won the day. He stepped forward to take Clara's hand; she was already removing her top, flinching as her upper body was exposed to the air. She stood up and looked down at the floor as she unbuckled her jeans and slowly dropped them, kicking them carefully off her feet. To me she still seemed to be in an almost dream-like state, seemingly unaware of Carl as he unhooked her bra and slipped the straps off her shoulders; she didn't protest, she hardly reacted at all as he hooked the waistband of her panties in his fingers and eased them down her legs, exposing her full naked form to the entire room. As I gazed upon her petite, shapely figure, I reflected on how far removed she was from the mouthy girl that had bugged me so much all those years ago. She certainly wasn't annoying little sis now.

Clara crouched gingerly on the carpet to my left, steeling herself for the same treatment that I had received. But that wasn't exactly what Pete had in mind. "I don't know about you guys," he observed, "but I'm damned if I can do that all over again so soon. I reckon we should fuck her instead."

"Pete, no," I said sharply, shuffling over towards him. "She's not ready for that, it's way too soon."

Clara suddenly held out a restraining hand, and rested it on my arm. "It's OK, Susie," she said in a low voice. "I want to do it.  And I know you want to see it."  She could read me like a book; there was no point in me pretending otherwise, and I simply nodded my agreement.

She lay down flat on her back, visibly trembling as she clasped her thighs and spread them apart.  Pete didn't need much encouragement; her pussy was already soaking wet, and I could smell how aroused she was as I perched beside her.  The day was hot enough by itself, but the sweat that had accumulated between her legs, and which was beginning to form on my brow as I watched, had little to do with the room temperature.  For a moment I found myself wondering what I was doing, whether I had gone way too far, but my eyes were glued to Clara's body; it looked so beautiful, so wonderfully, deliciously ready to be fucked.

Pete positioned himself directly in front of her, balancing her legs on his hips, and gradually eased forwards until his warm prick was slapping against the moist, slippery folds of her vagina; then, with a grunt of exertion he penetrated her, and I watched her clench her tongue tightly against her teeth as she took the length and width of his shaft inside her. "Oh God - oooohhhh!!!" she squealed, raising herself slightly off the floor and squeezing her feet tighter around Pete's back.  "Mmmmm...."  I instinctively took hold of her flailing hand and held it comfortingly, like you would reassure an expectant mother in the delivery room, until I realised how stupid it was to be thinking like that.

The others were momentarily mesmerised as I was, but thankfully their paralysis didn't last long and I didn't have to tell them what to do.  Soon I felt a firm pair of hands on my hips, swivelled my head round and saw that Tommy was steering himself into me, ready to give my ass the pounding he had been longing for ever since this whole arrangement had begun.  I wasn't about to stop him, and I certainly couldn't stop the sharp groan that escaped my lips as I felt the stabbing pain of his cock in my rear end.  As the tension eased and I accommodated him inside me, I was suddenly flooded with lust, not only as the object of his desire but also at the sight of what lay before me.  I knelt low over Clara's shuddering body and hungrily lapped at her erect right nipple, coating the protruding flesh in a torrent of my saliva.  She didn't even flicker at the sight of me vigorously attacking her chest.   

Jeff quickly scooted round beside her and did likewise to her left teat, sucking gently on the hard nub and then unexpectedly biting down on it.  Clara gasped, arching her back, and in that instant I was too aroused even to care that he might be hurting her.  Meanwhile Carl, ever the gentleman, decided to give her what she had originally asked for and knelt over her head, sticking his dick in her face.  Clara got the hint and with a grin up at him, slid his rock-hard penis slowly into her mouth, swallowing as much as she could.  There we were, fixed in our balletic positions, four of us pleasuring Clara and Tommy pleasuring me from behind.  By now we were really stuck into what we were doing, and I could see Pete beginning to pick up the pace as he slammed harder and harder into Clara's pussy.  I knew what that felt like, the mixture of the painful and the pleasurable, and hoped that she was enjoying it as much as I did.

All my inhibitions left me and I decided to use what Pete was doing to spur Tommy on more.  "Come on you little prick, you think that's hard?" I hissed at him scathingly.  "See what he's doing to her, you want to do that to me, right?  You want to fuck my tight little ass so hard that I'll be begging you to stop!  So fuck me.  Fuck me!!!"  In truth he wasn't doing a bad job, but I can be greedy at times, and I wallowed in the feeling of gratification as he started to thrust into me faster and deeper, almost bringing me to the point of tears.  His swelling shaft completely filled my passage; my mouth was hanging wide open in ecstasy and Jeff, unable to resist the sight of such a big target, began to stroke himself back to hardness once again.

Clara was by now hard at work, dicks filling two holes at once.  I ran my hands smoothly across her undulating skin, feeling the contours in her stomach, soaking up the heat that was radiating from her body.  Eventually I turned my attention southwards and carefully crept downwards to her tender clit, which I began to massage gently with two fingers.  Clara jolted underneath me, and I heard a muffled yelp emanate from her cock-encircled lips.  She was going to climax soon, I was sure of that, and I didn't want to be far behind.  Both Carl and Pete were beginning to grunt hoarsely, eyes closed, as the pressure on their organs increased.

Knowing that a simultaneous cum was going to be fairly unlikely, I leant across Clara's body with my arms stretched and stuck out my tongue in an open invitation to Jeff, whose cock was mere inches away from me.  I kept eye contact with him as he shuffled forwards, his hand a blur in my line of vision, and smiled a final encouragement at him.  Moments later I felt a wave of semen spurt onto my tongue, rolling smoothly downwards into my throat.  "Ohhhh fuck, yeah!!!" he sighed deeply, yet more spewing forward and enveloping my mouth.  I gulped down as much as I could, then licked myself clean and murmured my appreciation.  I had eaten enough cum by now to be well accustomed to the taste, but it never hurt to let the guys know that their efforts weren't wasted.

Tommy was reaching bursting point, and so was I, but what sent me over the edge was not the feeling of his liquid flooding my asshole, blissful though that was, but the sight of Clara in the first throes of orgasm.  I had thought that seeing a man ejaculate right in front of me, onto me, was one of the most erotic things I could ever experience, but seeing my little sister convulse with delirious joy as her skin flushed pink surpassed even that.  I clutched frantically between my legs, felt my own orgasm coming, and allowed myself to be overtaken by it; a jolt of pleasure shot through my legs and crotch, jerking me forwards, and I collapsed on top of Clara with a dizzy, light-headed feeling running through me.  As I gasped for breath, I heard the sounds of Carl and Pete climaxing in my ears, their groans reaching a peak as they emptied their loads into Clara at both ends.  She gagged slightly on Carl's cum, but when he withdrew from her the long, lingering sigh of contentment that followed told me all I needed to know.  She had just had one hell of a climax, and I felt so happy for her.

Suddenly the air was filled only with the sound of our mutual, ragged breathing, as we all tried to recover and get ourselves back to normal.  Tommy slumped heavily against my shoulder; I turned and kissed him deeply, reassuring him that he had been a great fuck.  When Pete finally slid out of Clara's dripping pussy, he took a moment take in the surroundings, exhaled and remarked flippantly, "We must do this again some time!"  That got laughs out of all of us, and a smile from Clara as she lay on the floor, her pulse gradually slowing.

After a little while, she focused on me and smiled her gratitude.  "Oh, Susie... thank you," she said quietly.  "Thank you so much."

I didn't know what to say to her in response.  For a moment I sat there dumbfounded, until a thought occurred to my devious, dirty little mind about what I could do instead.  I rose off my knees and padded downwards towards her legs, now coated in perspiration.  Slowly, carefully, I lowered my mouth down over her pussy and inhaled the potent mixture of semen and her own juices that had collected inside.  With some trepidation I extended my tongue and slurped the sticky concoction into my mouth, swirling it around aside and learning to enjoy the bitter taste.  As I moved back up to Clara's side, I motioned her to sit up and she did so.

Holding her head tenderly in my arms, I leaned forward and gave her the softest, wettest, sloppiest kiss I had ever given anyone.  For a moment she seemed to resist but then she embraced it, transferring the fluid onto her tongue and swallowing it in one go.  I didn't stop there, and carried on exploring inside her mouth, absorbing the taste of her warm, willing lips.  We must have kissed for an eternity, during which I knew all the male eyes in the room were locked on us, just as Clara's had been locked on me and the guys before.  It turned me on even more.  Finally we came up for breath, and I stared deep into Clara's alluring eyes, her face still streaked with cum that I was going to enjoy licking off her, just as she would lick the last traces off me.

"No, Clara," I whispered to her earnestly.  "Thank you."

The six of us spent the most wonderful day and night there at my place, sucking and fucking for all we were worth, but Pete didn't quite get his wish afterwards; although I still had the guys round on a regular basis, Clara never asked to join in again, never even popped round on the off-chance of surprising us again.  But on the other hand, she didn't say a single word to Eric when he got back from his business trip about what I had been up to, and it wasn't just because she had gotten involved herself.  Whenever she was around me and we were on our own, she couldn't stop smiling at the thought of what we had shared that afternoon.  And at those moments, although I knew that I still loved my husband, I loved her even more.

THE END