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Soon the routine became one of dancing a few numbers and then sitting and talking on the patio until it was time to leave ... or until I spied Steve looking for me.

After a couple of months we met for lunch one Saturday afternoon while Steve was off golfing. We had a couple of glasses of wine and everything just seemed so right.

We ended up in the back seat of his car making out like a couple of teenagers. We did everything there was to do without taking our clothes off. I jacked him off and he fingered me until I climaxed at least twice. It had been so long since I'd felt this way.

We straighten our clothes, kissed goodbye and I headed back to the house. I didn't even feel guilty until I was in the shower trying to get myself off again while thinking about Rick.

"What the hell was I doing? I'm fooling around with some guy in the back seat of his car and now I'm trying to get off while thinking about him instead of my husband. How sick is that?" I said to myself getting disgusted at what I was doing. The problem was I no longer felt sexually attracted to my husband.

I nagged Steve for the next two weeks about his weight and tried to tell him how sexy he'd be if he lost forty pounds, but he never got the hint. He just got angry with me again. Everything came crashing down when he wanted to fool around one night after dinner. It was a disaster of a session, and he got mad and went into the bathroom. I felt bad, but not that bad. He slept in the spare room that night and was gone before I got up the next day.

I had the dark brown touch the following morning at work. Everything I touched turned to shit. I was feeling sorry for myself and did something stupid. I e-mailed Steve and basically told him that it was all his fault last night because he'd walked out on me. He however came back with a real eye opener.

"Whomever I was cheating with, I'd better stop if I still wanted to stay married," was all it said.

Shit, there was no way he could possibly have known about that Saturday. However, if he were taking care of business at home, it never would have happened. And, it's not like we had sex or anything; it was only a little fooling around, that's all.

I guess I never should have answered his e-mail when I was mad, because I called him everything I could think of. I told him I'd never cheated on him, and if he weren't such an overweight slob, we'd have more sex. I now realize that I was basically pushing him away, and I guess he was tired of arguing. That's when he replied back that maybe he should stay permanently in the guest room if I no longer wanted him any more.

It was now spiraling out of control.

When Steve got home, we had a huge argument. We threw accusations at each other and he went one way and I the other. I slept alone that night and for many, many nights after that.

It was the night of the charity auction that we finally apologized to each other. It had been tearing me apart, but I guess we were both too stubborn to admit we were either wrong or what the real underlining problem was. We had a wonderful dinner. Steve danced with me and then decided to mingle with his friends. I made the mistake of dancing with Rick. We danced maybe a little too close, and out on the patio he told me he wanted to take it to the next level ... and then he kissed me. I told him that it had been a mistake and that I would never cheat on my husband and left him out there licking his wounds.

I never saw Steve leave, nor did anyone else. The parking lot attendant told me he had left about a half hour earlier, and when I called him, it went right to voice mail. I was pissed and had one too many drinks before realizing I'd have to find someway home. Rick came over and asked what was the matter.

"Steve got mad for some reason and left. He won't answer his phone and I need to find a way home."

"Sandy, after the auction I'll give you a ride home," he said.

I shot him back the look.

"And I'll keep my hands to myself also," he assured me.

I drank half way through the auction, before we left.

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