I figured that if my husband had a lover, then I could see Jason again. Of course, I didn't want my husband to see another woman, so..." "But why?" I ...inally asked. "Because you had really pissed me off last night, and I wanted to teach you a real lesson. Finding out that Jason was going to be back and strengthened my resolve. Now that you have a lover, I can too," she said matter of factly. "Do you understand?" "Yes Mistress. Although you put up with my dressing, mainly so you wouldn't have to. I was getting excited at this stage as I knew that I had her to myself in her bedroom. She was a bit dopey and listless when we arrived next to her bed. I turned on the bedside lamp, which did not illuminate the room too much. I told her she needed to take off her nighty. "Why" she asked sleepily."Because you puked on it. look!" Oh" she said drunkily.She was unsteady on her feet. I pulled the dress over her body and head and looked at the little mounds of flesh on her chest. She was wearing. Enough was enough, as the bulge in my pants grew hard enough to induce pain from its confinement. I stepped forward one foot after the other rocketing towards the door. Arriving at the door I turned the knob it was open. A spiral staircase to the left of the doors opening was spotlighted from the suns rays from the window above the door as if it was like a cliché destiny. Firm & proud with a clear conscious in silence i gradually ascended the steps. Upon standing at the top I looked to right. This was different from her usual black but nonetheless, she looked absolutely stunning. As she strutted along in her strappy gold heels, hair partially away from her face, her full figure was turning heads and giving me chills.Kissing her hello in front of everyone was always an experience. Our act of not being together although people knew we were sleeping together was somewhat a hot topic and made for interesting interactions at social events. I kissed her cheek smelling her winter perfume.