Padma aunty opened the bottle and poured into the glasses and handed one to me. I rarely consume alcohol, b’coz one cannot enjoy for long time with ...t. But to keep up with the time, I decided to have some. Aunty cheered and started to sip her drink like a regular drinker. She told me that had it whenever husband goes on tour which was usual for her husband to go on business tours. She said she was fed with this man (husband).Aunty gulped her drink and started to make another drink for her. She. He had on faded blue jeans and a loose shirt. On his feet were running shoes. His face was moody and pensive as he gazed out into the garden.She cleared her throat and he turned to look at her. Within an instant the mask went up and his face was unreadable."My limo is outside. Just tell my driver where you live, he'll take you home."She opened her mouth to say something and found she could not. Her eyes searched for some clue, some sign of what he was feeling from their encounter, but there was. I fingered her hard in the ladies room earlier this evening and now it's my turn to be submissive.The room is huge with a king size bed and ornate furnishings, all like something out of a stylish homes magazine. Everything is pristine and perfect, with me in the middle, my arms slightly raised as I let my new lover slowly undress me.I've a treat in store for her, the lingerie I'm wearing was supposed to be a nice surprise for my husband, but it's Chloe who's unveiling me. It's the kind of. She also affirmed that Amy had NO complaints, in any department of our relationship.I was washed with a flood of emotions as Cindy told me this. I sat there looking back on what once was along with the thought of rejection stemming from things that were just fine by most standards.Cindy noticed the change in my face and tone, she could tell I was hurt and she apologized but she was actually hoping to make me feel better by telling me it wasn't anything I did or didn't do, etc.In an attempt to.