At The Table

We emigrated toSouth Africa and, after a year or so, my wife's younger sister wanted to come out too and asked if she could stay with us until she got fixed up with a job and apartment.
We agreed and Janie said that, because she worked in catering, she would cook for us to pay her way.
I worked in sales, so 'liquid lunches' were frequent. I came home slightly drunk one night and was sitting at the table while Janie brought the dinner in. As Janie leaned over to put the food down, standing right next to me, something came over me and I reached my hand up, keeping my shoulder still, and ran my hand up her leg, under her skirt and cupped her bottom. Amazingly, she didn't jump or say anything, just stood and made some comments about the food to my wife who was sitting at the other end of the table. After a short while, she turned away to get something else.
I'd love to say that we had mad, rampant sex when my wife was out, but real life isn't always like that and we didn't. We never mentioned it and that's all there was to it until she left, but it was an exciting moment. I have no idea why she let me do that and then acted as if nothing had happened, but it was probably better for my marriage that she didn't!