She hurried home, trying to come up with a reason she was gone, but got there first. Just barely though, and she had wanted to change jeans but didn't have time. It was just one itty bitty stain; she figured if would go unnoticed.<br/><br/>When Chris came in with the kids she was smiling in the kitchen and making dinner, feeling positively sinful about what she had been up to. She<em>should</em>have been in church that morning, instead she was waking up with a stranger in her bed, and doing all sorts of bad things. Of course she loved her husband, but she had stumbled across this man that just kept going and going, seemed insatiable for her. It was like having a sex toy connected to a great body, and she tried to tell herself, as she fed her family, it wasn't<em>that</em>bad what she was doing. Chris was, well Chris, and the other guy. Gosh he was just so physical and had no shame. Being with him was like being in a dirty movie or something, just no holding back and completely giving into all the desire.<br/><br/>But yeah, there was a little guilt too, especially when they were done eating and she was watching her husband with their children. He was a great mate and father, just....<br/><br/>By the time they were in bed, alone together, it was nearly nine-thirty. She knew her mother was getting back at her for being bratty by plying the kids with Coke and candy before she sent them home, but her husband was a trooper, totally full of energy and playing as much as they could handle. Guilt again, but she pushed it down, and gave a very real yawn as she slipped out of her clothes, in bed wearing just panties and an old t-shirt.