He put the phone down and started dressing up fast.Anjali: Who was it?Jai: Ramesh was just reminding me that it was twelve o clock and my time with yo..., was up.Anjali watched him as he went to the washroom to refresh himself and he came out completely dressed. He looked at her and moved closer. He bent over to kiss her and she kissed him back.Jai: That was the best experience I ever had.Anjali: We’ll have more.Jai: Sure.With one touch on her breasts and a kiss he departed closing the door. Tuesday night, as the week before, my husband asked me if it was ok for him to go and have a few beers with his pals, John and Peter, I told him it was ok, that I'd call over to my friend and have a glass of wine or two, he had a shower and dolled himself up, he smelled like a fucking perfume factory when he came out of the shower, this was no few beers with the boys I thought to myself, but said nothing, off he went, and I phoned my friend to come collect me in her car, we were like to private. I took advantage of a pause and asked him directly what had been the problem between him and his wife, what had made her not want him but need a lover. He blushed deeply and dropped his gaze to his coffee, the question hung in the air as he swirled his coffee around in the cup. Finally he looked up at me again and I tried to communicate some sort of understanding by smiling at him. I tried to explain that it just didn’t make sense but he reached out and took my arm stopping me mid-sentence. “It. She turned slightly, placed the glass on the counter behind her and reached under her tank top and slowly massaged her breast while her other hand slid slowly over her panties. I swallowed, my mouth was dry and I was in total disbelief as I watched the woman I had fantasized about for so long touch herself. What was she thinking of at the moment that had her so turned on? Her fingers disappearing between her legs as she stood there and rubbed herself through her panties. As I watched, my hand.