She kicked off her heels so he could peel the panties down off her feet. His head was under her dress in an instant and she felt his breath on the ins...des of her thighs. She leaned back against the edge of the bed and slipped her legs over his shoulders.“You have gorgeous legs,” he said softly just before his mouth found her. She pulled her dress up so she could see his face, his eyes closed. His tongue was everywhere and he seemed to sense the urgency of her need to come. He ravished her flesh. *“Where’re our friends?” I ask.He points in the distance. “I think they’re over there.”We walk back to our friends and start dancing. A Latin song plays. He holds his hand out to twirl me, and I followed. We join hands and dance to the rhythm. At the end of the song, we realize how close our bodies are.“I could use a breath of fresh air. Want to join me?” I ask. He follows as I walk to the rooftop patio.“You’re a pretty good dancer,” he says.“You are too. That was fun,” I reply. It is silent. I was awestruck and my boss had asked me to take a printout and asked me to come inside the cabin. I adjusted my hair and made myself look neat and tidy and went inside. My boss introduced me to her. Her name was Kavitha. Further, my boss had asked to me to handle the project as a site assistant. Later the client had left and I was in could nine to get this project mainly for Kavitha.Next day morning I had to visit the site. But before that my team head had asked me to visit Kavitha’s place to. As always, all mistakes and mine.Author’s note: The Bluetooth app mentioned in this story is a figment of my imagination and may not even exist.I received an anonymous video in my email that ended my marriage.I am Jeramy Weston, 45, once widowed and remarried, and am an inventor of many mundane little things that everyone uses every day, without even thinking about it. I have more money than I could spend in 3 lifetimes, but I am fairly frugal. I have been married (but not for long) for 8 years.