It's been a while since I last saw Mrs. Fenwick, Isabelle's friend and coworker—the same Mrs. Fenwick I thoroughly fucked in the backseat of her Jeep.
To be honest, I was a bit shocked to see her at our monthly dinner tonight.
Isabelle invites her regularly, sure… but this time, her husband came too.
She didn't even hesitate to announce at the table that she and Mr. Fenwick had gone through a serious marriage crisis.
But apparently, everything's fine now.
Funny, though.
That "one month ago" she mentioned just happens to be the night we had our little romantic evening.
If that's what you wanna call it… Seems to me, all she needed was to feel like a woman again.
All's well that ends well, right? A couple that found its balance again, happier than ever… Sounds great.
So then, why is Mrs. Fenwick rubbing her foot against my dick under the table?
Now it makes sense why she chose the seat directly across from me.
But come on—Isabelle's sitting right next to me.
