She sat on the seat, barefoot, because she'd left her sandals on the front seat's floorboard. He took in her breasts, her beautiful, flat tummy, and the gauzy white cloth around her waist, which barely concealed what was below. Bathed in the afternoon light, she appeared seductive and alluring. Her hair was a gleaming copper-gold silk that wrapped itself about her head. He ran his hands down her body, on either side of her thin waist, on the seat. He buried his head between her thighs after pushing her skirt up over her hips. He inhaled her pussy's warm, musky aroma before plunging his tongue inside her. She was already dripping wet. "Never, in your entire life?" Danielle inquired, puzzled by her husband's response. "Not even when you were a teenager?" says the narrator. Jason chuckled and took a seat with his drink. On Friday afternoons after work, they always gathered for cocktails at their favorite pub. It was a sort of 'date night,' and after a few drinks, shaking off the work week, and loosening up, they generally got into spirited debates. "Never," Jason stated emphatically. "Isn't it incredible? Even after three years of marriage, you still don't know everything there is to know about me. I'm sure there are things I don't know about you." Danielle leaned back in her chair, puzzled. She'd let her long, silky strawberry blond hair down and taken off her jacket, exposing her lovely, perky breasts against her white shirt. Her modest knee-length skirt didn't hide her lengthy legs. Jason was always perplexed as to how he'd managed to attract such a stunning, clever, and amusing woman. He was afraid he'd wake up one morning to find it was all a bad dream.