It was a simple fact that she was a much more beautiful woman than the girl Doug had married. Now she wore her red hair shoulder length and this made her green eyes seem brighter. Her skin was soft and unblemished and her features made her look classic.

Her face was beautiful, but her face was not the place that most men looked at first. She exercised to keep her belly firm and flat so that her firm melon shaped tits and her tight little bottom seemed even more emphasized.

She also knew she had developed something in her personality that made men look at her twice. It hadn't been her intention, but somehow she had gotten a sultry manner that was both an invitation and an open challenge. She had never been unfaithful to Doug but her manner told some men she might consider the idea.

She asked herself if she could really consider the idea. Being unfaithful was something that good married women didn't do. It would be a black mark of shame if she ever made that kind of mistake. She flirted but then all of her friends did that.

A little flirtation was harmless. She said to herself that she really couldn't be unfaithful, not to Doug. Probably she was just getting silly notions that she would eventually be shocked over having.

She whirled around with a sort of low laugh. She liked the way her black stretch pants hugged her ass and the way her braless tits pushed pointedly at the undershirt she had borrowed from Doug. There was no sag to her body. She was better looking than a teenage girl.

Doug must have heard her laugh because he came storming out of the bathroom again. This time he had discarded his towel for a pair of jockey shorts that did nothing to conceal the outline of his big limp dick.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" Doug asked her. "You act like it's some kind of joke that we're saddled with your kid sister!"

"I don't think it's a joke, Doug," she said, "but I don't think it's the end of the world. Have a little patience. Everything will work out."