Between being in a hot bath and all the thinking and teasing Mark on the phone, Trish was wet and took her husband's finger easily. She compared it to the the other man though, her husband's soft, small office hands versus Marks's calloused worker hands. Real man's hands, and closing her eyes, she shifted around a little.<br/><br/>Moving her feet up flat on the bed she opened her thighs wider, "You can go ahead babe," she told him, offering herself to get it over with. Maybe she would try and find some time for her other lover tomorrow.