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the rest of the world
out.” 

    “ I can’t believe it!” Ethan
said, shaking his head. “What kind of man would play with a gaming
system, when he could play with you?” he laughed, “Excuse me for
putting it that way”. 

    Trisha laughed too. “You
don’t understand, because he is the Deputy Sheriff of St. Tammany
Parish, he is under a lot of pressure. He’s an important part of
the community, sometimes he gets called away on emergencies,
casualties...he needs to relax, and I guess the
games-” 

    Ethan cut her off. “Still.
If I had a bride like you, I would find all the comfort I need in
her arms. Speaking of which... would you care to
dance?” 

    A moment later Ethan and
Trisha were circling the dance floor to the seductive sounds of a
slow bossa nova groove. His hand found the small of her back, and
her hand rested on the back of his neck. Her heart was beating like
a hummingbird’s wings. 

    “ It’s not that he’s some
kind of bum,” she continued, aware that the alcohol had loosened
her conversational inhibitions somewhat. “He helps out around the
house...” 

    Ethan cleared his throat.
“May I change the subject?” he asked.
     
    Trisha nodded and looked
into his welcoming brown eyes.
    “ You know the whole time we
worked together at that silly bank, I had my eye on
you.” 

    Trisha blushed again. “I
know.” she answered. 

    He leaned in and pressed
his lips to hers. After the initial shock, her eyes fluttered
closed, her lips parted, and their tongues joined the dance. A few
very steamy minutes later, the two were stumbling through the
hallway toward Ethan’s room, like tipsy teenagers. Trisha laughed
and pushed Ethan’s hands off her hip as his other hand fumbled for
his room keycard. They spilled into his room, holding each other
already. The pair were so sexually energized that the distance from
the door to the bed was too great, and they descended to the
carpeted floor instead, lost in the mad moment.
    Impatient fingers tugged
and tore at buttons and zippers as the pair wrestled amorously.
When Trisha had freed Ethan’s chest, her hands caressed it and her
lips traced his collarbone. His hand had snuck into her dress and
bra, to gently cup her firm breast. His thumb found her nipple and
flicked it twice, eliciting a sigh of pleasure from the married
woman. 

    To accommodate his roving
hands she turned around and showed him the zipper of her dress. She
didn’t need to say a word, he pulled the zipper down slowly, as if
unwrapping a gift. For just a moment, as the black dress slipped
off of her body, Trisha allowed an image of Nathaniel to pass
through her mind. The guilt evaporated like steam as she felt
Ethan’s loving, tender kisses on her skin, descending her neck to
her heaving chest. His lips parted and took her nipple between
them. It was swollen and erect, sending shockwaves through her
nerve endings as his tongue massaged it and he tugged it lightly
between his teeth.
    Kicking off the last of the
garments, the couple froze, Ethan looking down on Trisha, Trisha
looking up at Ethan. Even in their drunken haze, they knew they had
reached the point of no return. Ethan’s pulsating penis hovered
just inches away from Trisha’s warmth, and the line between
extramarital fooling around and an actual affair was about to be
crossed.
    Ethan detected the anxiety
in Trisha’s face and leaned in to her until their foreheads
touched. “You look so beautiful right now, scared, vulnerable,
excited, and full of passion.” he told her. This melted away her
worries, and she kissed him hard. It had been so long since someone
had spoken to her that way.
    Trisha was so seized with
emotion by Ethan’s tenderness, she felt a tear slide down her
cheek. It was everything she wanted from her husband, except it was
from another man. Wiping the tear, Ethan kissed her and whispered,
“Ssh, don’t worry. All I want is to love you. I won’t hurt you, I
won’t use you... if you