We talked about the farm back home, how it wasn't the same without her. We talked about her schooling, the other girls in her dorm. She was lonely, sh... said. All the younger girls wanted to talk about were boys and she had this secret weighing on her, a man back home, she told them. Me.It was normal. An echo of dates I'd been on with her mother. Soon, I found myself swimming in the past, basking in her blue eyes as they glinted under the restaurant's dim amber lights.But the night passed too. Her shiny Auburn hair cascaded past a striking gypsy face with high check bones and dark deep set eyes promising sensual forbidden pleasures. A long angular neck perched elegantly on smooth alabaster shoulders, clearly visible now Joelle had folded back Joes old shirt, and unbuttoned it to the navel. The shirtfront stretched over and separated delightfully full upturned breasts high tipped with heavy nipples the size of cherry tomatoes that seriously threatened to split the tense cloth. Her. I took her smartphone casually not to suspect her and there were no magazines around there. She made my pic as her wallpaper n small smile gone through in my face when I saw that .After that I went to gallery I was dumb struck to see that Yes !!! the nude pic of her with some other guy !!I was furious and angry towards her and I went to kitchen where she was doing coffee and I asked her what’s this ? showing her smartphone .She gave a wry smile and told me he’s my affair . I was never expected. . that feels soooo great! The thoughts ran through my mind simultaneously. What had started as simply a fun evening with friends to celebrate New Year had become one of those Once in a lifetime experiences. It started simply enough. I met the others at Bobs place, the plan was to have a few wines, some pizza and pickies, then to go and watch the fireworks. The fireworks are usually good, quite spectacular in fact, and a great way to bring in the New Year. Its great that here in Australia.