" She had a gleam in her eye as she headed for her bedroom and started to undo her blouse. I stood in the doorway, momentarily, until she had taken it...off and unsnapped her bra.She looked at me and asked, "Aren't you joining the party?"I began to pull my sweater over my head but stopped to watch her as she had her back to me and I knew that I would enjoy her strip tease. She pulled her slacks down and over her feet and then, slowly, began inching her panties over her hips. My cock was, by this. Martha looked very well and stylish even in these short jeans rolled up to her knees and a translucent blouse through which I saw her beautiful lacy bra. Her breast was neither big nor small and her ass was very tight and inviting. Besides, she laughed so nicely!At last I made up my mind to touch her, slightly, as if occasionally. When I stretched my arm to get the sugar I felt her warmth and softness of her skin. Martha gripped my fingers and kept my hand in hers. I shuddered from the tickling. “Scott, oh, this is going to be so difficult.“Scott, I have loved you with all my heart ever since we met, 14 years ago. Although I still love you very, very much indeed, I no longer feel that burning, all-encompassing love that a wife should feel for her husband.”He looked at her, in silence, he felt a lump growing within his chest as he waited for her to continue. He knew what she would be having to say would be bad, but he had no clue as to how bad it was going to become.“You know that over. After I spooned Meg and held her breast, she said, "Yes and no." I kissed her shoulder blade, and we fell asleep.The next morning, Meg was up first. I made a coffee and found Meg sitting outside on the deck."You're wearing a bra," I said, remembering Meg had admitted she wouldn't mind if Alan saw her naked."I'm not going to stop wearing one. On occasions, I won't. Maybe." What you said last night. I wouldn't mind."Meg told me not to be silly again. "It will never happen," she repeated.Over the.