"Can I get you something to drink, Doug?" Brenda said, standing?"Sure. Coffee would be great, hun."Brenda snickered to herself as she prepared Doug's...cup of coffee - andanother for herself. She handed Doug's cup to him and returned to herchair behind the desk."Doug," Brenda began, "Your business with Bri represents everything thatwent wrong with this enterprise. So with all due respect, my partnersand I couldn't pull out of your 'business' fast enough." So you judge me, now, huh, lady?" Doug. My husband knew and knows little of this secret life. Overtime I had developed regular chat buddies who knew my inner most sexual secrets and fantasies, but once they started to get too close and too demanding about meets I would drop them. Reality would destroy my marriage and whilst John was boring in bed there were other things that made me love him.When you have been going into chat rooms from earlier than the age you are allowed, you develop a lust for different and more extreme, so by 29. I had stopped on impulse, but now I had seen her again, things had changed. I drove home, had a shower and put on my best suit, ready to go to the reception. I still had an hour to kill, so from the back of the wardrobe I fished out a shoebox containing my stash of photographs. It wasn't hard to find a picture of Clare, at least half of them were of her in all sorts of compromising positions. I hadn't looked at them for a couple of years, but instantly, the memories came flooding back. Oh my. Tommy shifted his feet and wished he had something to cover up with.He thought of using a bath towel but realized that, if the creamstained, it could ruin a towel, too. So he waited with no way to keeptrack of the passing minutes. After what felt like and hour his wifereturned with a glass of wine in her hand. She had changed into afilmy, very short nightie. He gaped at the way it showed off herdesirable body."All done," she said cheerily. "Into the shower with your,sweetheart."He stepped.