Cheryl felt herself blush. "Thanks," she said. "We like it."

She felt her pussy moisten as they made small talk. "Your wife is lucky," she said tentatively.

"Why do you say that?" he said.

"Anytime her television goes out she's got a repairman right there," she said.

"Yeah, well she doesn't appreciate me, you know. It's something like the shoemaker's kids going barefoot."

"It's the same old story," she sighed. "Marriage. It's no picnic."

"You can say that again," he said. He switched on the television. "Not bad," he said. "If you can live with the little blur here, you're in business."

"No problem," Cheryl said, sliding off the bed and walking with him out of the room. "How much do I owe you?"

They walked down the stairs and Cheryl had a strange panicked feeling that she didn't want him to leave.

"It's on the house today," he said. "Oh, no," she said. "You'll get into trouble with your boss."

"You're looking at him," he chuckled. "Meet Lou from Lou's TV."

"Oh, my," she said. "Well, here, how about some lunch?" she said.

"You're sure it's no trouble," he said as he followed on her heels into the kitchen.

"No, I'd like the company," she said. He sat down and she got busy fixing sandwiches. Her mind was a blur as she covered the table with food. Lou wasn't exactly handsome, but there was a glint in his eyes when he looked at her that she found exciting.

"Yeah?" he said, biting into a sandwich. "My wife is a woman who should never have gotten married."

"Why do you say that?" she said.

He swallowed hard and took another bite of a roast beef sandwich before answering. "She doesn't like the sexual aspect of it," he said.

"Oh," she said.

"Yeah," he said, sipping a Coke. "When we were going around together, she couldn't get enough of it. But the minute she had our first kid, she closed her legs, excuse my vulgarity."