Pressing back into the kiss, Angela felt a desire that was absent in kisses with her husband. Arthur didn't kiss her like he wanted her anymore, like she was something special. And Angela hadn't felt this sort of hunger in herself since she was a newlywed. Not since before Nathan was born. It was a great feeling. All the warmth in her body rushed into the pit of her stomach and then a little lower. He made her feel like a woman again and she could only kiss back, a little desperately, a little more needy than she had intended. But she couldn't help herself. The door had been opened and now she was on her way into something that was oh so immoral but fantastic and exactly right for her.
"I've never been with anyone else." It was a sort of agreement. She needed led down this path. She needed him to take things where they were going to go. Angela was independent, she was self-sufficient, she was an in-control woman most of the time, sure. But this was something that had never been in her control. Arthur had always been the initiator. Angela fell to his whims and desires. If she was really going to do this, going to start this affair, Adam was going to have to direct her. She swallowed a lump in her throat, sort of nuzzling against his face a bit. "I don't know how to... you know... go about this." In other words, yes, please.