Yes, and in style.

In almost fifteen minutes on the dot, you hear a car pull up. You glance out the window and to your shock realize it's a limousine! Jackie clearly liked to make an entrance. When you open the door you see her chauffeur opening the car door for her.

"Thank you, Kevin," Jackie says appreciatively. You notice her eyes light up when she sees you. "Dave! You look as handsome as the day I met you!"

"Thank you very much, Jackie. You're as lovely as I remember," you say with a smile.

"Oh stop," she said with a playfully dismissive wave of her hand, clearly enjoying the compliment. "Well come on, Dave! Get those tight buns in here!" She ordered cheerfully.

You chuckle as you make your way to the car, her vibrant personality putting a spring in your step. The chauffeur, Kevin, opened the door on the other side as Jackie slipped back in on hers.

"Um, thanks, Kevin," you say awkwardly, not used to someone opening a car door for you.

"Don't mention it," he assures you.

You get inside and marvel at the decor. The seats were fine leather, every inch of the inside was clean, and holy Moses there was a mini-bar!

"You like it?" Jackie asks playfully as Kevin shut the door and returned to the driver's seat.

"It's amazing," you reply honestly.

"Thank you. She's Greg and I's pride and joy," she said with a smile.

That causes you to pause a moment. "Greg..that's your husband, right?"

Jackie, sharp as a tack, replied instantly. "Yep, and don't you worry about him. He's on the same trip as Suzy and won't be home for days." She placed a hand on your knee. "So we have plenty of time to get properly reacquainted. So, how are you and Suzy doing?"

You had to admit you were a little surprised how she went from infidelity to asking about your marriage, particularly with how sincere she sounded.

"We're good. We've had a few stressers but we're still a team and I still very much love her," you answer honestly.

"That's very good to hear," she says, sliding her hand up your leg a bit. "I adore Suzy and want her to be happy."

You realize what you're about to ask may sound a little hypocritical, but you want to understand Jackie's mindset better.

"If that's the case, then..and I know this sounds out of line especially coming form me, but-"

"Why would I fuck her husband?" Jackie asked bluntly, smirk in place.

Can't get anything past this woman. "Well..yeah."

"For the same reason you would fuck your wife's boss," she replied evenly. "Remember just now when you told me you loved your wife?"

"Yes," you answer, curious where she's going with this.

"Do you love me?"

"No, of course not."

"But you fucked me."

"Yes I did," you say, making no excuses for it.

"To me sex and love are two different things. Love is a deep, meaningful feeling two people have one another. It can lead to sex, but sex is not the be-all, end-all destination for love. Sex is pure, animalistic attraction. The desire to just fuck and be fucked. To take physical satisfaction. To see the look in your lover's eyes and know you're the one inspiring that passion. I love Greg. He's the love of my life, and God forbid if he were to pass away, I would have no intentions of remarrying. I also love sex. I firmly believe the idea of restricting one's self to just one partner is both unrealistic and unhealthy." When she finishes her serious tone once more turns playful. "Can I assume you feel similarly?"

You took a moment to take that all in before speaking. "I admit I probably don't have it as well thought out as you do, but that is very similar to how I feel. I love Suzy. I couldn't picture myself married to anyone else. It's just..I've never really believed in monogamy either."

She slipped her hand further until it rested on your groin. "And that's fine. That's how it should be." She gave your crotch a squeeze, causing you to give a soft moan.

"S-so..your marriage is good?" You ask, feeling it was polite to ask.

"Absolutely grand," she assured you, seemingly pleased that you asked. "Thirty years, five children, and a grandchild on the way."

"Wow, you really don't look like a woman's whose had five children," you say, taking a moment to admire her still-firm, but curvy body.

"Pfft, flatterer," Jackie teases. "Greg's in great shape for his age too. He's only two years younger than me and he still out-benches some of the younger guys at gym."

A temporary moment of hesitation flickers once more in your mind at that. "He's a tough guy then?"

"Mmhmm, a real silver fox." She quickly noted your returned ****. "Sweetie, if it makes you feel better I'll let let you in on a little secret."