In the midst of their passion, neither Rachael nor Andrew heard the crunching of the tires on asphalt as Dave’s car pulled into the driveway.  And they were completely focused on pleasing one another, they never heard the car door slam, or the gate to the pool yard swing open.   Rachael and Andrew snapped to attention, however, when Dave’s briefcase hit the concrete.  “What the fu….” he said, staring at his wife, her face a mask of pure pleasure, as she rode on top of some handsome man he’d never met before.<br/><br/>“Honey…” Rachael gasped, trying to control her breathing . “Andrew is moving in with us,” she told Dave.  “And he’s going to take care of me in all… the… ways…you… never… do…” Rachael’s breath grew more ragged and it became harder and harder for her to speak.  “Watch a REAL man please your wife,” she told him.<br/>