As she walked ahead of me, I couldn’t resist giving that beautiful round ass a pinch. She giggled and opened the door to her bedroom. The room was...dominated by a king size bed with soft lamps glowing on either side. I sat on the bed and patted the spot next to me. As she sat on the bed, I felt the give of the mattress under her weight. I turned and pulled her chin towards me as I kissed her soft, fat lips. I heard her make the softest whimper as my mouth hungrily sought hers, my tongue. It never happened until that fateful summer.We were young, married about a year; the apartment was small, our bedroom, a small guestroom and a living-dining-kitchen combo. Tom moved into the guestroom in June and that started an unbelievably sensuous summer.Lovemaking was an immediate problem ... the walls were paper-thin! Our secondhand bed creaked and Priss strangled her orgasms with her face pressed into the pillow."My God, Bobbie ... he'll hear me ... I know he will..." she'd pant."Honey. I placed my thumb exactly at the tip of her protruding boobs and slightly pressed with my palm. She separated our lips and giggled. Then pushed me away saying, “Enough for today.”She then ran to her house and then turned back and smiled at me again. As soon as I reached my apartment I had to let free my hard rod. It was so hard and throbbing. I had jerked off twice just imagining her ample breasts grinding my dick between them.The next day was pretty good the eagerness to meet her made me hard. She then got out the bath towelling herself dry. Then she slipped backinto good wife mode and went down to make her and Andrew a pot of teabefore they went to bed.Karen hardly slept that night and had to make some lame excuse to Andrewwhen he asked if she was alright. They had breakfast together in frontof Sky news as normal before they both went off to work.Karen kept glancing et her phone but it remained stubbornly silent allthe way to work. She got to her desk and went through her daily.