Someone knocked at my door . I opened the door and was shocked to rashmi at the door. She had a cup of coffee in her hand that she gave it to me . I a...ked her to come inside buy she denied as she had household work to do. After I drunk the coffee I had shower and went to her flat to return the mug . I rang the bell . In seconds she came out full of sweat. I thanked her for the coffee and asked if she was okay ? She was fine and asked me to come in. I entered with a view that I may help her with. Her body was a magnificent hourglass shape 34C-24-36 and the way she moved on that bed told me that the pictures her boyfriend took were the kind that you hid in a dresser drawer or safety deposit box. I was enthralled with her movement and before I knew what was happening her bra was lying on the bed and those beautiful tits were on display. “I thought you weren’t sure about nude shots,” I said as I dropped the camera to my side. “I changed my mind,” she said in a breathy deep voice. I. "Where are you going?" To bed!" she snarled at him as she headed toward the bedroom.She knew Jake and she knew what he would do to try to smooth things over. It was about fifteen minutes before he came into the room and got in bed with her and in less than fifteen seconds she felt his hand on her right breast. She ignored him and his hand slid down and he began rubbing her pussy. She stayed still and kept quiet for maybe a minute and then she moaned, muttered "damn you Jake" and opened her. My wife sat still, her face expressionless, except for a slight tic of her right eye.I took a deep breath and said, “It seems that we’ve both been ... naughty this weekend.”“Really?” She said, showing great interest in what I was about to impart.“I have someone I want you to meet. Her name is Laura Grisum; in fact, you may have met her on campus.”My wife’s eyes never left mine. “You’ve fucked, I take it?”“Yes ... yes, it wasn’t premeditated; at least as far as I was concerned, but it happened.