After the meal we set off on route to their hotel but as we passed a turning to an old disused loading dock I pulled in and drove down the road to the...small dock yard. I couldn´t hold it any longer I had to have her. This would be a first as her husband has never watched us just dropped her off and gone off to play golf.She leaned over and asked me if I was going to do what she thought I was. I asked her what was she thinking I was going to do. “ fuck me in front of my husband” was her. “The office would be great, if that’s not too far for you.”She laughed, “You forgot I rode over 300-miles last year on the school bike trip.” I heard her gasp, “Someone’s home! I gotta go!”I was able to spit out, “Call my office number anytime after 5:30. The number’s in the book”, before she hung up. I worked every night that week, but it wasn’t until Friday that the phone rang. “Hi Stace! Are you around tonight? ...Great! ...is it okay if I ride over? ...No, I can’t stay the night. So, we met usually at night in my hotel room. The inevitable happened. Her intelligence had drawn me initially, while her beauty held me. We made love on my bed. The first time my entry had been painful, but she’d welcomed my loving, had even begged for more. My return ticket that time only had two weeks left. We spent every moment of every night together. Parting was difficult for us both. I couldn’t take her with me, she knew she couldn’t leave her own country. We’d agreed to end our contact,. Can I see theroom?’ Now you are probably wondering how I could be so nonchalantafter that, but it was one of those moments when afterwardsyou do wonder how you were so nonchalant. Accepting itseemed the only thing to do. Simone then gave me the tourand laid out the rules. The flat had three bedrooms off theliving room, all a good size and the two occupied were in amess with clothes strewn everywhere. The room essentiallyreserved for me had a small en-suite bathroom, which I wastold I.