I don’t think I’ve ever needed a shower so badly. Apart from the sweat I’d built up while fucking ‘S’, I needed time to gather my thoughts. What else was she up to…..who with…how…. when…..but I never considered thinking why. She had really shown a part of her nature that I never realised existed, but was that everything? We’d got everything we want in life, and seemed totally happy with each other, so I was excited to see what else she’d been up to, or wanted to do. We’d booked a taxi to go to our favourite Italian, and ‘S’ constantly flirted with me all night, rubbing her foot over my cock, telling me she’d taken her thong off before we left the house and that she needs lots of spunk tonight…. The ‘Italian’ waiter, who was obviously British with a put on accent was all over her, and although ‘S’ never said a word, she constantly stared at his crotch making him stiffen every time he was at our table. ‘You bloody tease’ I said, ‘poor man’s trying to work and all you’re doing is making him suffer’. ‘He’s too small to interest me sweetheart…. I need real meat’ she said. ‘And what do you mean by that, you little harlot?’ I was sure she wouldn’t bite, but it was worth a go. ‘Well I’m a respectable, faithful married woman, and if I’m gonna break my vows, it’s got to be for no less than 12”. And thick. And a stayer.’ She sipped on her wine and stared right at me, like a poker player waiting for me to play my hand. ‘You’d never do it’ I grinned. ‘Try me’. That stare was back and she didn’t crack a smile. ‘So if I took you somewhere to get a no-strings fuck with a guy who’s that big, or bigger, you’d do it?’ ‘Good god, yes…..’ she came back….. ‘WAITER – CHEQUE PLEASE’. This was going to be fun…….