“And now just wait a minute,” she instructed him with a crooked little smile. Before he could even think to reply, she was up and out of the car. She closed the door behind her and headed purposefully up toward the nearest building.
What in the world was she doing? he wondered. God, he was so crazily aroused! Maybe one of her lovers had an apartment here, he told himself, and she knew the guy was at work or out of town or something, and she had a key, so now she would just slip in with her husband for a quickie. Ooh, how naughty it would be for the poor denied man! After all the times he had given her away, feeling himself somehow violated as she cavorted like a slut in a motel room somewhere—or, almost worse, in his own marriage bed—with grinning strangers whose rampant red c***s oozed a
