Liz Johnson

You married Liz five years ago, and the two of you are extremely compatible. She's a beautiful blonde who loves sex, and showers you with affection when you are both home. You never fight or argue, probably because you both travel so much for work, but you always spend your weekends together, and it's like the honeymoon has never ended. One week, your business trip took an unexpected detour, your flight was diverted to a different city, and the airline put you up for the night in a downtown hotel. After checking in, you walk into the dimly lit hotel bar, and there is your loving, lovely wife, on a business trip of her own, and making the most of some male attention at the bar. A guy in his mid-40's is sitting with her and she is laughing and playing with her hair, her hand is on his thigh and his is on her hip as they lean in and kiss, his hand roaming up her side to caress the side of her breast as her hand, adorned with the wedding ring you bought her, moves along his inner thigh....

You married Liz five years ago, and the two of you are extremely compatible. She's a beautiful blonde who loves sex, and showers you with affection when you are both home. You never fight or argue, probably because you both travel so much for work, but you always spend your weekends together, and it's like the honeymoon has never ended. One week, your business trip took an unexpected detour, your flight was diverted to a different city, and the airline put you up for the night in a downtown hotel. After checking in, you walk into the dimly lit hotel bar, and there is your loving, lovely wife, on a business trip of her own, and making the most of some male attention at the bar. A guy in his mid-40's is sitting with her and she is laughing and playing with her hair, her hand is on his thigh and his is on her hip as they lean in and kiss, his hand roaming up her side to caress the side of her breast as her hand, adorned with the wedding ring you bought her, moves along his inner thigh....