Sam was thankful for the long tablecloth that brushed the floor with less than a whisper; she felt his hand on her bare thigh and subtlely seperated them for his hand to roam if he wanted to. When they got home, she had planned to make sure that they couldn't walk for a couple of days.<br/><br/>Their sex life had been fulfilling for her and she loved to make love with him. Although they had slowed down from the three times a night of their dating period, they still worked in once or twice a week and she had never complained about his performance. She had flat out refused to try anal sex because she had heard that it hurt and was nasty enough that she had no interest in it; not that he had asked very often. She was, in her mind, a happily married mother and had the love of her life against her nearly every night of their marriage.<br/><br/>Sam had never been a heavy drinker; getting tipsy with a couple of glasses of wine, so she was a little more playful as they finished their dinners, "It's delicious." she agreed and took another sip of her wine before she looked up at him through her lashes, "Well, I guess that I could give you a little  taste of later." she said in a softer, sultry tone. "Just a little one though." Her hand reached under the table cloth and slowly ran up his thigh until the back of her palm brushed his crotch and a fingertip caressed along his covered shaft, "I really want to have my creamy dessert." she grinned andsqueezed him lightly before she pulled her hand back. "I've never tried to do it in a restaurant before."