As we got to our first class together, we chatted like every other time. But I just couldn't keep my eyes off her tits. They seemed so uncomfortable s...uck in a bra. They where practically calling out for my help to free them. I almost did. If only no one else was in the class. It was art class. And I had the privilege to sit in front of her. I practically dropped everything I had on my table to be able to bend low to try to get a peek at her panties. Every time I dropped something, she giggled.. It clicked immediately with the “A’s”. “Aya” John whimpered in a breathless voice. He let his hands reach up to her firm pert breasts. The winsome young woman ignored his discovery of her name. She wanted her orgasm. John gripped each of her perfect nipples between a thumb and forefinger. The sensations he was creating with his experienced fingers caused her eyes to roll back in delirium. Aya arched her back like a ballerina and groaned as John tweaked her nipples more firmly. She ground down. Is there someone close by with a cellphone?" I asked."There's just our garage and two other shops here - one a tea stall and another for hardware. Both are closed, and the guys who run them don't stay in the shops like me. You will have to walk a couple of km that way for any other shops or houses."I weighed my options. It was still raining pretty hard. I could walk to the other shops. But maybe I could just wait for these men to fix my scooter and then drive. Zahid was already working pretty. That had been my intention after all. The fling with Rick ... And that was all it was ... A fling. A momentary scratch for a tiny itch that I could have lived with. It had meant nothing. It had meant less than nothing.Fuck ... Who was I kidding? The fling with Rick meant that I was lying here on the fucking stairwell crying my eyes out while my husband put as much distance between us as he could. It meant that I had no idea about the future of my marriage.I wanted to spend the rest of my life.