"So, could you see everything that was going on? I asked.
"I saw. I couldn't believe you did that." My husband's voice was low, breathy.
"Oh, you mean you can't believe I let him put his hand up my dress?" I teased. He nodded.
"His name was Charles, by the way. And Charles knew what he wanted. He wanted to fuck your wife and when I told him no, that was him trying to convince me otherwise."