Dear Dora,
I work with a guy named Don. Don had to go on a two-day business trip earlier this month, and he asked me if I would mind taking his wife, Carol to and from work each day, as he would have their only car. I said I would be glad to.
The first day was last Thursday. After I dropped her off at work in the morning, it started to snow, and my the time the workday ended, it was a raging blizzard. I managed to make it to Carol's office to pick her up. but we only barely made it to her house in the deteriorating weather.
I called home and told my own wife, Janet that I was stuck at Don and Carol's house, and would be spending the night there. Carol threw something together for dinner, and there was a bottle of wine, and, well, one thing led to another, and I ended up not staying in the guest bedroom, but in the master bedroom with Carol.
It was like we were newlyweds on our honeymoon. We had sex in every possible position, and I tried things I never had done before, and a couple I had never even heard of. I asked Carol if was typical of her sex life with Don, and she said, hell no, that Don was a real stick in the mud. I asked her what that meant, and we were off again for several hours.
We never did sleep that Thursay night except for occasional cat-naps between sex sessions, so we each called in the next day, claiming it was impossible to get in through the storm. Luckily, many other people also had called in, and Carol's office had actually just closed, and my own was operating with only a skeleton staff. Mid-morning Friday, Don called, worrying about Carol's welfare, and Carol said she was just fine, that I "had taken care of her."
