"Oh, hi, I was just thinking about you." I should have guessed, I said, "my ears are burning."That brought on a giggle and I felt a lot better."Maggie... we've got to talk."Now I know that's something women usually say, and on hearing it men usually want to run for the hills. But Maggie didn't react that way at all, perhaps because she was a woman, perhaps she just wanted to hear what I had to say."How about meeting me for lunch?" She said."All right, where and when?"It was that simple. And here. He went right to her shorts and began pulling them down. "Take off her blouse, so I can see and suck those tits." He demanded.I didn't know what else to do, so did as he asked. In a few moments, she was naked in all her innocence. She was about to be ravished without her knowledge. How could I do this to my lovely wife? I was ashamed and feeling guilty, but still had a raging hard on. I had never dreamed this would happen. I stood back and Jim got on the bed beside her. He kissed her lips, but. Nude now, with the warming air of the new day streaming through her short brown hair and across her evenly tanned skin, she began to rub herself with the cloth after damping it with the skin of soapy water. It was cold from the night, and as she slid the rough fabric across her breasts, her pale nipples grew erect. She sighed softly, trying not to let her thoughts stray as she finished washing. Her saddle was waterproof, for riding through the rain and for washing as she was now, but Dumin was. ‘Get to it.’ As if on cue, we heard our first customer pull up to the garage’s bay doors. Matt and I jumped up in unison and without saying anything to each other —without even looking at each other—we went to work. It was just as well that we were busy. I threw myself into the work and Matt did too. Neither of us spoke. Occasionally I would look up, believing I’d felt his eyes on me, but he’d be working away, his head bent and his eyes downcast. I kept reminding myself that at least he’d shown.