Lana mentally cursed.  Chris was smart, he wasn’t quite buying her excuses, and rightfully so, since she was coming up with them on the fly.  She wasn’t good at lying, never had been.  Feeling his hands on her ass was also a distraction.  Sex with them was pretty much vanilla, but his touches could still turn her on.<br/><br/>He was begging her to change her plans.  Lana’s mind was racing as she tried to figure something out.  It was still early, and she hadn’t yet received a confirmation of when and where from Steve, so maybe she could kill some time, appease Chris and still get out of the house with the ruse of a study session.  Returning her attention to Chris, she smiled, her right hand reaching to grip the sizeable erection now evident in his pants.  “Tell you what, I’ll forego drinks with the girls, and meet up with them later for a study session.  If they’re too drunk, I’ll come right back home.  They’re silly college girls, baby, they don’t know any better.”  She could see his agreement with her last statement flash across his face.<br/><br/>“Let me send them a text, let them know something came up,” at that, Lana’s hand squeezed a bit more fervently on his arousal, “you go ahead and get undressed and relax on the bed. I’ll be right back for round one.”  With that, she gave him one last squeeze and walked out of the room, heading down the stairs.  Going to her purse, she grabbed her cell, seeing nothing, she fired off a text to Steve.<br/><br/><strong>Just confirming tonight.  When and where?  Can’t wait.</strong>Hitting send, she went back upstairs to fuck her husband.<br/><br/>Lana was turning in to quite the slut.  And she was beginning to like it, as she had a smirk on her lips while she ascended the stairs.