His long fingers, slender, elegant, lightly hold a book, occasionally turning the pages with effortless grace. Artist’s fingers, she thinks. He is a... artist. But he doesn’t paint anymore. The dim light bathes the pages of the book in yellow light. His face is shadowed, hidden in the darkness. A bottle of red wine sits beside him, opened, half empty. She watches him read. On my wedding day, she thinks, on my wedding day, I was happy. She turns abruptly and walks outside onto the veranda.. My husband would go on long trips with his company and would be home alone with Drew. Always on the days my husband was away my panties would be soaked on the outer and inner. One night I decided to set up a camera in my bedroom to see if I was moving around or having wet dreams. To my surprise the video taped showed Drew coming in the room with just his underwear on he would lay next to me in the bed under the covers. I couldn't see what he was doing from the video because of the covers. More

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