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Roberta Chandler walked confidently down the street. She had met a cute young guy and she was very interested in getting to know him better.

She should have been concerned if anyone saw her, but she wasn't. Her husband mostly kept to himself and even if someone did tell him, what was he going to do about it? Not a thing, she wagered as she got to the door of the house.

She rang the doorbell and was let inside by the handsome, younger man. It was only when she got in that she realized that something was off. The house, past the entryway it looked less like a house and more like a clinic, what was that all about?

She never got an answer to that question, Dustin knew as he sat on the kitchen table, doing his best to look both sexy and be at least slightly comfortable. Granted, the Chandler's table didn't exactly make that easy.

Mr. Chandler smiled at Dustin and walked over to him, running a finger along the top of a nylon-covered leg. Dustin smiled a blushed slightly.

"I always did love her legs. At least I still get to see and feel those." He said.
"I would hope for nothing less," Dustin said, putting his arms around Mr. Chandler, feeling his body against his mature, feminine one.

As both kissed, Mr. Chandler inwardly smiled. Dustin would be so much better with his wife's body than she would be. He'd never cheat. He'd never stray. Of course, neither would she anymore!