She got quiet for a while. Then a devilish smile, she leaned real close to me and whispered: (“…oh god Julie!, you too?”) and that was the start...of us talking hush hush about our sexual feelings about our k**s. Our husbands were out of town one weekend, and I wanted her to spend the night with me. We put the k**s in other rooms and we got together in my bed. We both were dying to talk privately together. We said just talking bout it was making us both hot and turned on, big time. We turned out. One look would be all it took. I think the same was true for me. There was no doubt about how we felt about each other. It wasn't infatuation. It wasn't adoration. It wasn't a crush. It wasn't something that wavered. It wasn't something that faded.I thought I had rebuilt my life in the five years since Kelly and I divorced. I thought I had everything I needed to ensure my happiness. I had my children. I had my career. I had time for myself and my hobbies.I was happy. I can say without. After some experience I too came to know all that. Now I won’t see it’s a girl or aunty, beauty or ugly, slim or fat. So directly to the point i was in her bed room. No 1 at in her home that y she called me. Now about her. She is black, fat 32 year old but good boobs. When I enter in the home she lock all the doors n windows. N she run n come to me like I’m her lover n she met her lover after long time. Hugging me tightly n kissing me on my neck n unbutton my shirt n keep on kissing my chest. I. . please, John, take it out, John!"He gives no sign of hearing a word that I have said. "John, no, we have never done this. We always agreed you are too big or rather I am too small. You'll tear me apart." I turn my head, trying to see John, but he is bent over my back and I cannot see his eyes.Finally he answers, his voice behind me, close to my ear. "Relax, Peggy, I won't hurt you. Things are going to be different from now on, the kids are gone, scream, cry if you want, there is nobody here.