And the other shoe had dropped. How many times had Elizabeth tried to tempt her husband into bed, only to be brushed off or dismissed? Now that she’d found a solution, granted one that wasn’t exactly morally sound, he decided to notice her?<br/><br/>It did leave her with a conundrum. What was she supposed to do? Allow her husband to touch her when her hand was on another man’s cock? Or push him away, and risk an outburst? The obvious choice was to stop with Andrew immediately, but she couldn’t bring herself to. Her insides clenched at the thought of him speaking to her the way he had in the tent, she couldn’t give it up. The kinkiest she and her husband had ever been was using whipped cream in college, her tastes had grown past that. In the end, self-interest won out, and Elizabeth used her free hand to grab her husband’s, giving him a warning glance and flicking her eyes toward Andrew. Disguising herself as a decent mother, though that train had left.