In such conversations, I realized that there is some tension between husband and wife. One day I called her in the morning and spoke to her for 4 hrs,...asking about the tension between her and her hubby. She shared with me quite a few things. She complained that her hubby is not bothered about her happiness much. I got the zest that their sexual life is not going well. Then I realized that I have an opportunity to fulfill my sexual dream of having an extra marital sex.I am pretty flirty kind of. The sound of a baby crying filtered out to me. It was the hunger cry. I smiled and stretched out on the couch, watching a documentary on a year in Antarctica. Alia was out at a late meeting with a client.Sipping a glass of twelve-year-old Glenmorangie, ice tinkling in the cut-crystal glass, I enjoyed the smooth peaty flavor, the coolness in my mouth, and blossom of heat in my stomach as I swallowed. My mind drifted, meandering back over the last thirteen years. Life had worked out well, just. About a year ago I moved back into my Mom's apartment because I wanted to be close by to care for her after her health declined somewhat. She doesn't require constant care; She can still get up and go to her bathroom, fix something to eat, come into the living room to watch TV, and so on, but she's not as young as she used to be and currently in remission from breast cancer (thank God!) so I wanted to be close by to assist her whenever she felt like she needed assistance.Like I said earlier,. So the plan was for Dawn, Tiff, and Tiff's boyfriend, Ray to hang out, be introduced, and watch movies at Dawn's apartment. For some reason Dawn wanted to dress up a bit since she hasn't seen Tiff in a while plus she was meeting Tiff's new boyfriend. This should be fun, she thought. Dawn cared tremendously about what people thought of her. She thought first impressions were everything. --- "What to wear..." Dawn murmured. She then reached in the back of her closet for her low cut black top to.