Tossing the covers aside, she stepped lightly out of bed. It had been a warm night and so the slender brunette had slept in the nude. Her perky breast... and smooth stomach glowed in the morning light streaming through her windows.Padding naked into the kitchen, Anna felt her tummy gurgle. She smiled to herself. "It must be time for breakfast," she sang aloud, and she shook her hips playfully from side to side. She made coffee, humming happily. As it percolated, she took a tub of plain yogurt. That night while in bed, her words still echoed in my brain. Could any of it be me? It was my fault she knew nothing of me. What a load of shit I told myself. She was full of shit. It wasn't my fault people were asses. It wasn't my fault that she or anyone else never took the time to really know me.In the darkness I thought about all the times lately that Kim had in fact, tried to talk to me and how I had shut her down every time. I thought of the times she tried to calm me after one of my. I didn't burst out laughing, either, I know that for sure. I immediately got as nervous as he was, and I wasn't the one that was caught red handed, so I also later thought that wasn't fair that I felt that way. Nervous, but also some other things. A bit of genuine fear, mixed with excitement as I pretended to act normal, getting the towels out of the dryer... then realizing that all 115 pounds of me is now bent over in front of a 6'4" muscular guy that could lift me with one hand. I froze. It took only a minute or so for me to see that he was a real pro with the ladies. He seemed to know just what to do. After kissing her neck for a while, with occasional trips back to her lips, he very slowly moved to her chest and began by rubbing his hands over the top of her bra, just barely caressing her tits. He was taking his time, and my wife was loving it and frankly, so was I. Gently but with a firm hand he popped her left tit from her bra, and then her right. He cupped his hands around.