I have never fantasized about interracial sex but Ron's naked torso was having an effect on me. Maybe it was because I was sitting there almost naked or because I was still reeling from my husband's infidelity but I felt the familiar twinges of arousal between my naked thighs. Stop it! I admonished myself until I watched him walk back into the kitchen with a noticeable bulge in the front of his sweatpants. At least I still had that effect on someone even if it wasn't my husband.

Ron handed me the towel but I was at odds about how to dry off while keeping my robe pulled around me....