Now, my wife was busy with her mother and father in shopping etc. And making the required arrangements for marriage. My younger saali use to talk a lo... to her would be hubby over phone all the times… one day ritu was alone at home…I thought she planned this intentionally.Everybody went to market for shopping and they were suppose to come by evening. She called me up to my office and saidRitu: hello jiju, what are u doing??I said: hello, I am busy with my work, what are u doing??Ritu: I am. I fondled it then stopped for a minute to make sure that no one wakes up... then continues... with my 30 minute of fantasy i fondled her breasts with out checking out anyone else... except for my surprise she wakes up(which makes my nervous for she might scream)... she covered herself up with the thin blanket and i backed up for a sec... after 5 seconds of awkwardness she reached her hands into mine with the blankets still on her face... then i grabbed it with my hands then she suddenly grips. Other movements immediately attracted her attention, though, and she felt confused for a moment. She was still cut and injured. "You didn't heal me?" she asked, surprised that her voice sounded so dry and unused."You're a Phoenix," came the reply as Michael stood up and gazed down at her in what she thought might be a concerned, perhaps even perturbed manner. "You can heal yourself. My question is, 'Why didn't you?' Why did you want me to see you like this?"He pulled the sheet away, holding it. Damn, how lucky am I that it was he. The switch from proverbial shoulder to cry on to lover seemed fluid. It was just a natural occurrence. A mutual need. He sparked my interest, dancing around me, weaving laughter, heat and need. I thought it would be a momentary slaking of lust. It became so much more. Have you ever opened a bit of yourself to someone, and had that vulnerable spot caressed, reveled in? Damn, he was so good at reading me. I loved the way he looked at me. What I saw on his face.