<span class="bbc_u">Caitlyn Dupree</span><br/><br/>Having almost forgotten in the general convivial attitude of the dinner, Caitlyn looks over at her husband Justin with just a hint of nerves.  This sort of thing had been a fantasy of hers since college.  Caity was extremely well read and had a small collection of well written erotica in her private library.  But reading about it and acting on it were two very different things.<br/><br/>With a slight catch of her breath that none but Justin would see or recognize, Caity turns her attention to their host.  Suddenly unsure of herself but not enough for her to walk away, she lays her napkin on the table, folded carefully, picking up her wine glass to hide behind, sipping it carefully.