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unexpected turn in the conversation got Gwen flustered, and she put her hand on his arm and said she was sorry for him. He put his arm around her shoulder and thanked her for her concern. Her nipples hardened immediately, and the tingling got her excited. In their somewhat secluded booth, he reached over and kissed her softly.
    She said she was so stunned, at first she didn’t respond. Then she felt his tongue in her mouth, and became so turned on, she couldn’t resist when she felt his hand on her breast gently stroking her nipple. When they broke off the kiss, she regained her senses and took his hand off her breast.
    She told me that she was breathless but said to Stephen that she couldn’t allow this to go any farther, as she did not want to betray her husband. He said he understood and was sorry for being so forward. They were both embarrassed and left the restaurant soon after.
    When she got home, she said nothing to me about the incident, fearing it would hurt me or make me jealous. (How right she was on both counts!) A week later, after we put the kids to bed, she had me sit down and proceeded to tell me what had happened in the restaurant. After I got over my surprise, she asked how I felt about it.
    I said I felt jealous and excited at the same time. I also said I was disappointed she hadn’t told me sooner.
    She said she had needed time to think it over. Then she looked me deep in the eyes and said she didn’t want to jeopardize our relationship, but after considering Stephen’s ability to move her to an extreme level of excitement, she was thinking of going to bed with him. She asked if I could handle it.
    I sat there in a state of shock for several seconds, then said I didn’t know if I could handle it, but let me think about it and let’s talk it over, to see if my ego and our relationship could survive her having an affair. She said she needed to know that night, because he’d invited her to dinner the next evening and she’d made up her mind that if she accepted, she’d probably end up sleeping with him. She said she wanted to be up-front with me so that if it did happen, she wouldn’t be sneaking behind my back.
    I said that her screwing another man could be more than either I or our marriage could handle, but the old proverb, “If you love someone, set them free” came to mind. If it was meant to be, they’d return. What choice did I have? But there was one condition: that she had to tell me all about their lovemaking—every detail, no holding back, so I would know she wasn’t putting some little part of her relationship with Stephen in a secret place in her heart. She agreed to tell me all about it when she got home.
    So, the decision was made. The next day Gwen dressed for work alluringly. I got butterflies in my stomach knowing that she was wearing the sexy black lace bra-and-panty set I got her last Valentine’s Day—to arouse another man! As I kissed her good-bye that morning, I felt emotions as penetrating as any I’ve felt in my life.
    What followed was the longest day of my life. I felt tremendous jealousy in the pit of my stomach as I envisioned her lying in bed beneath another man sinking his manhood deep in her. Then I felt rushes of excitement from images of them engaged in sex. I wondered about our future together. It could never be the same. Would she fall in love with him? Would they have an ongoing affair? What would go through her mind while they made love?
    I fed the kids and put them to bed, saying their mother had to attend an evening meeting, and just sat waiting numbly. It was almost two in the morning when Gwen got home. Her hair was messed up, but otherwise you couldn’t tell that she’d spent the last several hours getting screwed to her heart’s content.
    My voice cracked as I asked her how her evening went. She said she was tired and we should talk in bed. Walking upstairs, I smelled alcohol and semen. It’s funny, but the smell of his come hurt more than all