‘They remind me of timpani – kettle drums – in an orchestra.’ I failed to see the connection between kettle drums and her husband’s adulter.... ‘And see this rock?’ she asked, patting the top of the flat granite on which she sat. ‘I lost my virginity on it when I was in high school.’ ‘Nice…very evocative,’ I exhaled, playing along with her as she relived her moment. I now could imagine two horny teenagers grappling at one another in the romantic gloom of this natural stone concert. Daryl had a new crush every season. I was his platonic best bud, his constant confidante. Plus, I truly was tired. It was Sunday night and I hadn't slept in thirty-six hours.It was impossible to resist a furtive glance at the Weston house as we approached mine, a glance that took in the occupied driveway, then an opened window on the upper floor. Flashbacks of a warm, tanned hand reaching for a zipper, a quietly authoritative voice goading me to touch myself, and a pair of strong arms lifting. I said, this is not comfortable no? Let’s go inside. I lifted her and took her into the bedroom and threw her on the bed, she was giving me the looks.I pounced on her and started kissing. I kissed her lips for a while and started to kiss her neck, the region above her boobs and her collar bones. She started arching her back. Now I slowly removed her pallu and over the blouse I started using mouth, I nibbled and used used my teeth in a nifty and artful manner and she started responding. Now I. Fir maine uske husband ko bola tum bhi dal lo ek baar tum dalo ek baar main. Sari baat ishare se ho rehi thee. To kahta ok. Main ye confirm karna chah raha tha ki uski wife ko pata hai ki nahi. Fir hum dono uski gand ki ek taraf main aur doosri taraf vo khada ho gea ek do baar main chodta fir nikal ke use bolta fir vo chodta uski wife kuch boli nahi. Maine confirm kar liya ki vo sab janti hai. Kafi chudai ke baad. Maine uske husband ko kaha ki position change kare. Uske ishara kiya tum late.