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"Shhhhh, quiet!" A series of high-pitched giggles betrayed Sharon's stern admonishment. Andy snug his arms around her waist and drowned out her sounds of merriment with a deep kiss. She leaned back against the wall, narrowly missing one of her framed pictures and hummed into the kiss, running her hands up and down Andy's back.
They had just returned from what was basically their first real date which seemed strange, considering how long they had been together for. Sharon was wearing a black cocktail dress whose zipper Andy was already fumbling with. It was late, almost two o'clock, and they were amazed by how they weren't tired at all. They had enjoyed a number of virgin cocktails, danced, taken a walk on the beach and laughed a lot. Now they were going to start the even more pleasurable part of their Saturday night. Sharon moaned very quietly when Andy steered her into the general direction of her bedroom. They quietly tiptoed past Rusty's room as not to subject the teen to the horror of being roused in the middle of the night by his somewhat-parents making out in the hallway and opened Sharon's bedroom door.
Not bothering to turn on the light, Sharon took Andy by the hand and pulled him over towards the bed. Sitting down on its edge, she looked at him through the darkness and took her shoes off one by one with a seductive little smile. Andy, having enjoyed their night out tremendously, but now impatient, placed his hands on the matrace on either side of her and pinned her to it, groaning in anticipation. Sharon pulled at his tie and kissed him, giggling again.
Andy leaned forward and was in the process of kissing his way from her collarbone towards her left breast when someone cleared their throat. He heard Sharon's fist collide with what sounded like a human arm.
"Good evening," a familiar voice, raspy with sleep, greeted them. "Don't you think, darling, that you should not be having extramarital sex on top of your husband?"
Ten minutes later, Rusty was standing in the door, woken by Sharon's shouting and Andy was sitting on the bed, still fully dressed in his suit, sheepishly watching the scene unfold in front of him. He grinned slightly to himself while Jack was trying to explain that he thought she was out on a case and that his poor back preferred a bed to a couch anytime.
Served him right.