20 comments/ 76784 views/ 15 favorites Cheating Wife's Revenge By: Cheating Wife's Revenge Dropping the menus on the table, the hostess retreated quickly back toward the front door to greet another couple that had just entered. Being careful not to drag the white tablecloth with her, as there wasn't much room between the booth bench and the edge of the table, she slid in. He slipped in behind her, moving over close enough to her that their hips were touching. The booth cushion felt a bit long under her thighs, a bit uncomfortable, so shortly she brought her feet up crossing her legs, moving herself into a more comfortable lotus position taught in her Yoga class. In doing so she found her right knee was now resting on top of his left thigh. A waiter brought water and he ordered a glass wine for both of them. He knew from previous dinners together that she preferred a Chardonnay. They look over the menus, discussing from among the choices what they like, and decide on two items that they will share. The waiter, probably a son of the owner, returns quickly with their wine. She cautiously looks around. This is something she instinctively does when they are out together. Even in a strange town you never know. Even though their business was new, she and her husband are doing a lot of business all around the state with their company and they know a lot of people. Hey, you could just purely, by accident, run across someone you know anywhere or anytime. It's happened to all of us! Horror of horrors! There you are, in a place where you assume no one knows you, and bang! Up walks your next-door neighbor! Or one of your best friends! Or a client! She often wondered how she would alibi if, sometime when she and he were together, she did indeed encounter someone she knew. She didn't like to eat out when they were together! Too chancy! Her preference was to order room service at the hotel and just stay in once they got there. It was safer to do it that way in her opinion. A short one time trip from the parking lot to the room and a short one time trip from the room to the parking lot! One time in and one time out! Minimize the danger of being seen! Minimize the exposure possibilities! That was her first choice. Why take stupid chances? Once you ran the gamut to get where you were going, and had made it there unseen, don't be dumb! Just stay there! Fuck and suck and play all you want, but just stay there! But, she guessed that if they were seen sometime she'd stay calm, glib, and pass it off as his being a client for their new business, and that it was a business meeting. That she was filling in for her husband who had a last minute conflict. Or something similar to that! She'd improvise, cross her fingers, and pray that whomever she met wouldn't mention it later to anyone! After all, she was working in the business. It would be logical that she would have occasional business appointments, just like her husband did. She felt that would work in most cases because their meetings usually were carefully scheduled for when her husband was away overnight. Well, ok! To be honest, she really hadn't given a lot of thought and planning to what to do, or how she would alibi, if she was seen. She, foolishly, hadn't developed a ready story; one that would be at her fingertips and practiced until it was smooth. Cheaters don't usually do that kind of planning. They just rely on luck to keep them undiscovered, although she had thought about it from time to time. She resolved to work that out as soon as she got home tomorrow, maybe work on it in the car while driving back to the office. She needed a ready, logical, believable story. And, she needed it right at her fingertips! She needed to be ready to give that story smoothly and easily if she and he did encounter someone she knew sometime. She made a mental note to really do it this time! This time, for the first time since their meetings had started over a year ago, had been different, however. Desperate to get away for tonight, as this was the only time he was going to have available this month, she had for the very first time looked her husband straight in the eye and told him bold-faced lie! She was supposed to be meeting her old college roommate who was going to be visiting back in their old college town on business for a day or two. She had truly done that before, but only for a daytime visit, never for overnight. The roommate did indeed visit back in their college town from time to time on business matters. She had always returned home by nightfall, but on a couple of occasions it was very late when she got home. Her husband had told her then that she should have stayed over. He didn't like her driving that distance, all alone, at those late hours. So, taking advantage of that opening given to her by her husband, this time she had made up a story. The roommate was coming for one of her visits and because the roommate would only be there for one day and wasn't arriving until late afternoon, if they were to have any time together by necessity it would be very late if she returned home that same night. It would be a long drive back on a truck infested expressway. So she'd made arrangements to bunk in her roommate's hotel room and return early the next morning. It was all pure lie. Her husband was not out of town this time, and, in fact, was hard at work at their office when she left. She had lied to his face this time. She had stared him straight in the eyes and lied to his face! She didn't even blink! She had never done that before. She may have been guilty of lies of omission, and as he never asked she'd not had to make anything up, but she had never before looked him directly in the eye and lied to him. She and her lover always picked a place to meet in another town, well away from their hometown, on evenings her husband would be away on business overnight. This made it easy and minimized the chances of seeing someone that either of them might know. It made the likelihood of accidentally meeting acquaintances really quite slim. Nearly nil, in fact! And she always drove back home that night. Never had stayed the whole night with him, even though he had asked her to do so several times! This would be their first time all night together. But this time she felt strangely uneasy. It was an uneasiness she had never felt before. It was an uneasiness that strangely stuck with her on this trip. But now she forced the uneasiness from her mind. She relaxed and settled back, now relieved to have at least verified for the moment that they were among complete strangers. Sitting close together, their bodies touching through their clothes they nursed their glasses of wine, engaging in idle conversation as they waited for their food to arrive. Suddenly, under the tablecloth, she could feel his hand resting on her knee. She could feel the heat through her skirt; a perfect handprint of heat on her leg. She reached her hand under the tablecloth placing it on his and rubbing his fingers, signaling her acceptance of his advance. Then taking charge she moved his hand down to the hem of her skirt and up and under the fabric. She moved it upward slightly and released her grip on it. Slowly, gently, he started to rub her bare thigh. This was exciting. This was erotic excitement at its highest level. Here she was with a man who was not her husband. Here she sat in some danger of being seen. Here she was out in public where she could get caught. Here she sat in a booth in a restaurant. Here she was in a room now slowly starting to fill up with other people. Here she sat, out in public, with a man's hand reaching up under her skirt, a man who was not her husband. Leaning over to whisper in his ear, she coyly said, "Oh, I forgot to tell you. My panties are still in the room. You better be careful! Your fingers may get wet!" His hand remained there on her inner thigh, still rubbing, massaging the muscle gently. Their salads came, and he never moved his hand while the waiter was setting them down. The waiter turned to go but he, teasingly, called the waiter back to ask about the main course items, about MSG, and how he'd like to be sure there is none in the food. As he chatted with the waiter his fingers started to move slowly up her thigh, now making slow sensuous circles. Still trying to look unobtrusive, still trying to remain cool and calm, she is on fire. His fingers are burning a path on her skin, working their way toward a goal that she wishes he would hurry and reach. She longed for his fingers to finally encounter her wetness. She longed for his fingers to penetrate her wet opening, to make contact with her throbbing clit. It is slow enough this night in the restaurant that the waiter has extra time, and he obviously liked them. So he stayed and talked. Seems he is the son of the owner, and yes, the hostess was his sister. Mom and dad and all three kids work here in the business. He droned on, all the while those fingers massage her soft, smooth skin. Now a bit of his hand makes ever so slight contact with her curly patch. Evidently, unlike his wife, her pubic hair has small curls. That has fascinated him and he has nicknamed her pubic hair her "curly patch." When they had phone sex he'd refer to the wetness of her "curly patch." She is now having trouble concentrating. She has no idea what she is eating or how much of it she is eating. She is completely engulfed in his fingers moving ever so slowly, now commencing to smear her wetness. Enamored, completely engulfed by his hand touching her, exploring within her inner thighs, she sits very still, almost frozen, in her lotus position. If the waiter has noticed anything, he is being a gentleman and very discrete. By now her lover's hand is deliberately rubbing against her curly patch. She can feel the warmth his touch is sending all through her body. She senses her face is flushed as she feels the heat it is giving off. She takes a sip of wine and another bite of her salad, still trying to look unobtrusive. Now his finger has arrived. Then a second joins it. His two fingers are now playing in her curly patch, swirling around and through the hair, rubbing her ever so lightly. She glances around again and sees no one looking at them. She is torn. On one hand she'd like to grab his hand and jam those two fingers well up inside of her. On the other hand, she loves the tension and eroticism of the moment and wants it to never end. The loves the sexual tease! Finally, as if it would never happen, the waiter excuses himself and leaves to attend to another table. She is grateful that they had accidentally chosen a restaurant that had long tablecloths covering the tables. The waiter returns quickly, bringing their main courses now. As he is setting down the plates those exploring fingers have now worked their way through her curly patch and have found her opening. They find her vaginal lips swollen and open. His fingers slowly, gently move along her slit, all the way from the bottom to the top. Then, after locating her little bump at the top, now swollen to its fullest extension, his fingers start their return trip. This time they dip slightly deeper into her, feeling the swollen edges of her vaginal lips as they slide along. Extracting his hand he slowly raises it to his face and without glancing around to see if anyone is watching, he places his wet fingers against his lips and licks them off. She steals a nervous glance around the room, worried by his boldness, to make sure no one is watching them. Everyone seems occupied elsewhere. His hand returns to her knee and moves deftly up her thigh one again. Pushing her skirt well up on her hips, he pushes the tablecloth down and over her knees, now leaving her completely exposed as she sits there in her legs crossed lotus position. The dim swag light shining from above the table partially illuminates her bareness. If anybody walks by they will be able to see everything, even with only a simple glance their way. He covers her wet vagina with all his fingers. Moving his hand in a circular motion he stimulates all of her opening. In a moment he locates her clit with one finger. He begins to rub and touch it lovingly. With his finger he carefully circles the tiny, erect bump. Her breathing, and his, now has increased as their sexual excitement continues to build. The sexual tension each is enjoying is unbelievable. It is all she can do not to give in to temptation and lie back against the seat back, close her eyes and spread her legs wide, and allow her self the full enjoyment of his movements. But she doesn't dare. If she did too many persons would know for sure what was going on in the corner back booth of this Chinese restaurant. It would be just too obvious. Her feelings are building and she is powerless to stop the climax that is coming. He can feel her undulating uneasily, trying to hold herself off. As he continues to stroke her, his thumb and forefinger are now circling her clit, lightly twirling it between them. He whispers in her ear, "It's ok! No one will know. Just don't cry out too loud. I want you to be happy. I want to make you happy. I want you to come right here, right now!" Her body starts to pulse around his fingers. She wants to moan, but doesn't dare. She bites her lip hard as he moves his finger deeper into her, now stroking her with the full length of his finger, his thumb still on her clit. Her excitement intensifies. Here she is! In a restaurant! Her vagina fully exposed! Sitting in a booth! Being fingered to a climax! She shudders! She crashes! She bites her tongue to stifle her moans as her cries of ecstasy well up from within her. She would like to let them out but can't. It is all she can do to remain quiet. Several shuddering waves pulse through her body. Her whole body is racked over and over with wonderful pulsating vibrations. Each one seems harder than the previous one. Carefully removing his hand from between her legs and pulling her skirt down over her knees, he can't help but smile with satisfaction as her throbbing pulsations finally slow and her shivering dies. Signaling to the waiter, he asks that the leftovers be boxed so they can take the food with them. The food on their plates is untouched. As the waiter picks up their full plates, she thinks she senses a slight grin of acknowledgement on his face, a look of knowing. If he has been watching through the kitchen door window, he probably knows full well what has been going on. He had to have seen her shivering and twitching as her eyes rolled up in her head. He had probably known full well what was happening in that booth. She follows him, sliding her way out from the booth, again careful not to take the tablecloth with her. He walks up to the front counter to pay the bill, she staggers slowly behind him, still trying to catch her breath, walking on legs that are very weak at that moment. The coldness on the back of her thighs leaves no doubt in her mind that she is leaving the booth bench smeared with wet telltale evidence of what just happened. Shortly they are in his car and on their way back to the hotel. She is only now starting to breathe normally. The urgency was unbelievable. He was ready! She was ready! Getting lucky they found a parking space close to the hotel front door, walked through the doors directly to the elevator, and punched the button for 6th floor. The door closed and in a moment they were stepping out on their floor. Walking quickly down the hall to their room he had his key out and ready. The moment he shut the door they were all over each other. She quickly unbuttoned his shirt, sliding it off of his shoulders letting it fall to the floor. She unbuckled his belt and in a moment had his pants unzipped and pushed down to his feet. Stepping out of his shoes, he wiggled his feet out of his pants and with a little kick sent them flying across the room. While keeping her gaze fixed on his crotch, she reached with her right hand and firmly began to rub his cock through the thin fabric of his under shorts. Both were now breathing hard. She was about five inches shorter than his five foot nine inch frame. She stood right up against him, took his face in her hands, and gave him a firm lingering kiss. Her arms slowly snaked around his neck; her breasts pushed the fabric of her bra and blouse into his ribs. In turn, she felt his erection poking against her stomach. Taking further control, she walked him over to the desk chair and pushed down on his shoulders until he was sitting in the chair. She thrilled that she was here in this room with a man that was nearly 12 years younger than she. It verified, at age 50, her continuing attractiveness. She found that to be intensely erotic. "Undress me," she instructed. He started fumbling with the buttons of her blouse. "Slowly," she looked at him intensely. "I want to enjoy your every motion." He gently removed her blouse and skirt as she kicked off her shoes. She had not worn under pants to the restaurant so the only remaining piece of clothing was her bra. While waiting patiently for him to unsnap her bra, her hand drifted down to his crotch to find the usual bulge there. He was having difficulty unsnapping her bra, those damn things never cooperated, and she was in no hurry to reach back and help him out especially since her hand was still busy massaging the bulge in his shorts. Finally she took pity and reached behind with one hand and undid her bra clasp with a quick pinch of her fingers. She turned around to face him. "You always have trouble with that, don't you?" she said. Actually she wanted to additionally say. "I'd think you'd have undone your wife's bra often enough to be an expert by now!" But she didn't dare. They had agreed not to mention their spouses when they were together. It raised the guilt level. Kind of threw a wet blanket on the moment. He was especially sensitive about it. Funny thing about him, when they went to his house to make love one afternoon, one of only a couple of times they took a chance and didn't meet out of town, he was insistent that they do it on the bed in the guest room, not in he and his wife's bed. When talking about it, it was then they had agreed never to mention the other's spouse when they were together. Now it was his turn to stare. Her breasts, considering she had reached the half century mark, were still very full and firm. No longer could they be called perky. In fact hers probably never could have been called perky, what with them being nearly D-Cup size. But, nonetheless, they were in great shape for a woman her age. She had a flat, tight belly, full, firm thighs, nice calves, a great ass with just the right amount of pucker, and a well proportioned shape to her legs. Those two-a-day, sometimes three-a-day, aerobics classes she had been teaching all these years had served her well. Most 35 year-old women would have killed to be in her shape and condition, let alone the 50 year olds. She had friends, somewhat younger than she, that already had badly sagging breasts that were slowly but surely working their way down to their navels. Embarrassed by them they were talking about reconstructive surgery. They looked like the breasts on those native women you saw pictures of in the National Geographic magazines. But not hers! Hers still stood out proud and firm enough that she could show them with pride. She strutted proudly with the young girls anytime she was on a topless beach! And when she and her husband had spent a day on the nude beach on St. Martens, she had no problem dropping her entire bathing suit and walking the beach in front of all those strangers. She knew she was in great physical shape. Lowering his gaze, he noticed her ample triangle of dark hair was glistening with her moisture. She took his hand and walked him over to the bed. She sat on the edge of the bed in front of him. She worked his shorts down over his erection pushing them down to his ankles. He kicked them off, sailing them across the room also, and standing before her with his hands on his hips, defiantly awaited her next move. He knew her well enough to know what was coming next. She didn't disappoint! She didn't hesitate. Reaching around and grabbing his ass cheeks with both of her hands, she pulled him toward her, bringing his hardness to her mouth. Slowly she took the head of his cock into her mouth. Cheating Wife's Revenge A moan escaped his lips. His eyes closed and his head rolled back, his mouth gasped for air and his knees weakened as she moved her head back and forth, sliding her mouth all the way over his erection and then pulling back. His hands grasped the back of her head and began pushing and pulling, trying to guide her to a faster pace. But she would have none of it. She was in charge for this session. Teasingly she used her tongue as well as her lips over the length of his cock. The warm, wet feel combined with the smacking, sucking sounds of her mouth caressing his shaft were driving him over the edge. She cupped and then began to massage his balls. His hips started in motion, a movement back and forth, as he felt the onset of his climax start. She sensed that starting pulsation too, and pulling her mouth away she clamped the shaft of his erection right at the base of its head, gripping it hard with her thumb and forefinger, cutting off all circulation in it. Slowly his pulsing subsided. "Stop teasing me! I want to cum so bad. You're being mean to me," he gasped! A devilish smile came over her face. She knew exactly what she was doing to this younger man. She was going to delay his next climax as long as she could and in the meantime enjoy a few of her own along the way. After all, it was her turn! Releasing her grip on his erection she moved well back on the bed lying with one leg flat and the other bent, legs spread. Her glistening wetness seemed to wink at him. "Your turn! Use that talented tongue of yours, and use it nice and slow," she said. He stared at her inviting position for a moment, and then crawled onto the bed on his hands and knees positioning his mouth within reach of her fur patch. His fingers spread her labia wide, and he brought his tongue down and touched the tip of her clit. She moaned softly, unable to stifle it, and began to undulate her hips. She was more than ready! She was primed like a pump! Grabbing his head with both hands she pulled his face fully onto her wetness. He could hardly get his breath. Moving his head up and down the full length of her opening her moisture smeared over his face from his nose down to his chin. He loved that. He had told her so! Working her clit with his tongue, alternating gentle teasing little licks with sucks on it, he could soon feel her pulsing and her spasms beginning. She could hold back no longer! She had wanted this to take a long time, but she just couldn't hold off. Her legs now went up around his head, her thighs clasping his head and holding it there, as the spasms of her climax shook her body over and over again. Finally subsiding, her body went limp. She now gave over complete control to him, too exhausted to control the situation any longer. She could see he still had his erection. He rose up onto his knees. Spreading her legs he looked down at her and could see her total helplessness. He knew he was now completely in command. She was totally at his mercy. Looking upon her swollen womanhood he could see her slippery pinkness in contrast to the wet matted hair that had previously hidden this most precious portion of her body. His own excitement now heightened, grasping his erect shaft, he guided his engorged head to her wet opening. Then after a moment of hesitation, teasing both himself and her just a little bit longer, in one smooth firm thrust he buried himself deep inside of her. The moment of penetration made them both gasp with pleasure. And then, just for effect, he held his position deep inside her, remaining very still for a moment, so that each could savor the feeling of their coupling, her wetness and warmth surrounding his hardness, and her vagina's natural gripping response to the hardness buried deep inside it. With this penetration their two month hiatus was now officially over. At their last meeting at his house, she had said, "No more. We must stop this. We've settled our curiosity about each other and done everything we have wanted so. So now we have good lifetime memories of each other. Why, needlessly, endanger our marriages? You know the more we meet the more the danger that one of us, or both, is going to get found out!" She had made the decision on her way to that meeting that this time would be their last time. It was just too dangerous to continue. It was after both had climaxed several times at that meeting that he had agreed. It was the smart thing to do. He understood. And they had tried. Really they had! Going longer without meeting than they had ever done since all this had started. But they had ultimately failed. He was the first to cave in. When he called her those weeks later, she had agreed quickly to meet again. Having been apart so long they wanted more than just an hour together at his house and so had hatched this plan that she would lie to her husband so she could get away overnight. They didn't want to make up a story. But it would be the next couple of months before he went overnight on business again and they couldn't wait that long. Their animal lust for each other was just too great! He couldn't speak for her, as they had never talked about it, but these meetings were giving him much more, sexually, than he could get at home. It was a wilder, more lustful kind of sex, and they could do things and have fun that for some unexplainable reason he had never done, nor felt, with his wife. His wife was a conservative lover. A good wife, good mother, earned a wonderful income, but in the fucking department, she was just very conservative. Always had been! So being naughty and illicit with this woman made it delicious! It was something extra in his life to live for, something to get excited about! Something guys bragged about sitting around a poker table, or sitting in a bar. If he had his way, he had decided, they would never stop! They could be like the couple in that movie, Same Time Next Year, but instead of meeting once yearly they could meet once a month, he hoped. And it would go on forever, finally ending when they just simply got too old. Why not? What was wrong with that plan? Now she commanded, "Time to ride me hard and put me away wet!" It was one of her favorite fucking expressions. She had learned it from her husband. He needed no further urging. He began to move within her slowly. Driving downward into her as deeply as their colliding bodies would allow, he then withdrew slowly until the broad head of his erect cock separated her vaginal lips withdrawing almost completely out of her. And then back down in he would again plunge. His pelvis ground against hers as they pressed hard against each other at the end of each downward thrust. Taking his time, he was in no rush. Making it last! Now he moved her legs up over his shoulders giving him complete control. He reached down to grasp her breasts and nipples with his hands. Her great flexibility allowed her to arch her back off of the mattress to increase the friction on her clit, and to reach up to play with his nipples in return. He reached down encircling his wet slippery cock with his hand, getting his fingers wet with their combined lubricants. Then reaching further on down between her legs he wiped the slippery wetness from his fingers against the strawberry bud that was her anus. Reaching back and forth two or three more times to get more and more of the slipperiness on his fingers, as he moved up and down on her, each time he rubbed it onto that strawberry. When he thought it was wet enough, still moving his smoothly in and out of her willing vagina, he placed his thumb against the strawberry and gently pushed it forward sliding his thumb into her. As he pressed forward, she moved her legs down to encircle his waist allowing him to lean forward until his mouth could cover hers, kissing her responding lips passionately and slipping his tongue into her mouth while he pushed his hardness as far inside her as he could. He was as deep inside her as his length would allow. She moaned with ecstasy. Her climaxing had resumed again after he had entered her. His pumping in and out of her grew faster, more intense. Their mouth's took turns sucking on each other's tongues. His hand played with her breasts while his thumb, now all the way in her anus, created extra pressure, intensifying the fullness she felt within her vagina. "Get ready," he panted. "I'm coming," he nearly shouted! "I want to feel you shoot in me. Shoot in me! Fill me up. I want to feel your warmth inside me," she screamed back! Closing his eyes, he gave three final deep thrusts. "Here...I...AM!" he said, each word coming with each downward thrust. Load after load of his essence was deposited as he pulsed deep inside her. Grunting like an animal he ground himself against her, his matted wet pubic hair grinding into hers. Spurt after spurt filled her from deep within. Pure pleasure! Wild animal pleasure! Stopping to catch his breath, slowly his pulsing ebbed. Now he lay very still on top of her, his erection still deep inside her, the contractions of her vagina, the aftermath of her climaxes, alternately gripping and releasing his still erect cock. Slowly he pulled back away from her allowing her legs to slide off his hips, and as he did his penis, now starting to soften, came slowly out of her. He rolled off her and onto his back, closing his eyes while he caught his breath and regained his composure. Sweat poured off his face. He felt weak. It was as though everything had been pulled from his body leaving only an empty shell of a man. His cock now lay limp on his belly. She lay right where he had left her, on her back, his essence oozing slowly out of her still contracting vagina onto the bedspread. Laying shoulder to shoulder, both bodies weak and covered in sweat, the two ever so slowly caught their breathes as they came down from their high. Momentarily she reached over and took his limp cock in her hand. Moving the skin of his shaft up and down, she slowly masturbated him, coaxing the last of his cum from within his flaccid penis. Small amounts oozed onto the tip of his cock head only to be smeared by her hand as it slid up and down the shaft length and over the head. With a last few easy strokes she has finished milking him, and now she just lay beside him regaining her strength also. The night was young. There were more games to be played, more naughty things to do up in that hotel room. They, he especially, will need a little time to recuperate and then they'll resume their play. It will be well after 3:00 A.M. before they finally fall asleep for the remainder of the night. It was about 6:00 A.M. when they awakened, thanks to the light streaming through the window of the hotel room. They had forgotten to close the drapes. After making love again, they showered together, ate the breakfast that they had Room Service send to the room, and were on their separate ways by 8:30. He was headed to business meetings. She was on her way home and then to the office. She knew the house would be empty. Her husband would already be at the office. He had always been an early riser and an early-to-work person. How often he had remarked on how much he could get done at the office before the phone started to ring and the employees arrived. So those early morning hours at the office, alone, were precious to him. They also made him very predictable. Their sneaking to meet around his work schedule was really a very easy thing. His being consumed with making their new business successful gave him tunnel vision when it came to her activities. Oh, it didn't affect their normal sex life. They still were having good sex about three times a week. That was important to her and, additionally, she knew her husband needed it too. She didn't love him any less for her affair. So if he didn't instigate sex, she did! For 50 year olds, three times a week was above average, she had read somewhere. She felt good about that. It made her feel young, and maybe less guilty about what she was doing behind his back? His being gone from the house would allow her to shower again, and to douche. His being gone would allow her to change underwear just in case any traces of anything remained on them, and to put things in the washer. She could also, undetected, put away the various items she had taken with her. When she was finished, she would go to the office, tell him she had a wonderful visit and that her old roommate had asked about him and had told her to tell him, "Hello!" Her event would then be complete and her normal life would resume. It would go on as usual, until the next time. But this time that strange feeling of uneasiness arose within her again as she drove home. She couldn't explain it! Something just wasn't right! She couldn't place her finger on exactly what it was, but her woman's intuition told her that something just wasn't right!