“We were at a museum for a black-tie event, and I was feeling sharp with my wife on my arm. As we looked at a painting, she subtly brushed one of her breasts against my arm. At the next painting, she did it again — and yet again when we were in front of a sculpture. At this point we were both suppressing giggles because the well-heeled crowd was clueless about our devious behavior, which made her sneaky seduction even hotter. Finally, we ducked into an empty gallery room for a quick kiss, then took the shortest route possible to get our coats.” —Bill, 41
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