“You’re no angel yourself, Jon”. Touché, I thought. Part Two ~ her perspective~My husband Jon and I married early in life. That was the best pa...t. Because we both loved each other and also knew that there was a difference between love and sex. And we LOVED sex. We always flited with our friends and really enjoyed the times when we one would watch the other making out with one of our friends, and while the furthest either of us got was either giving or getting head, or eating pussy or getting. "Still got a boner for mean old boss woman?" Nope." Thought so," she poked my nose, "Boop!" Hey!" I laughed.She laid down on my chest and stroked my skin. We fell asleep right there.In the morning we showered together, kissing and smiling, but without a word. Words would ruin such a perfect moment. But all good things come to an end."So now what?" I asked."Well, I need to go to the locksmith. Do you have work today?" I mean for us," I still wanted her to stay."Henry... You're sweet and all,". I fired up the car and backed out of my spot.“Tree says he’s gonna be feelin’ that one for a while.”“Most likely,” I agreed.“Dude, just tell me. Why were you killing everyone in practice today? Why the sour mood?”I gave him a sly look and shifted up as we left the parking lot and headed down the highway.“I’d say girl problems, but I don’t have one, I guess,” I said, looking straight forward. “So I guess after letting off a little steam at practice, I don’t have a problem.”“So this was about. It was Wednesday night and David had returned home after a week. Both of us were excited and david said to me to wear some of my ornaments and be ready for the nights fun, while he took a bath. I was nude in no time and had already worn some bangles in both my arms and anklets in both my legs, I was standing in front of the mirror, the manglasutra was always present around my neck, so only the belly chain remained. While I was locking the hooks of the belly chain by looking at the mirror, I saw.