We spent Friday night in bed together. Saturday, we went to the beach. Trudy looked great in her bikini. I really liked Trudy. She was sexy, sweet and...fun. While she was fucking two men, Mr. Williams and me, she didn't act like a true slut, like Becky. But my Becky was a world class slut.It was interesting comparing the two of them. I was very glad I had them both. But if someone said I could only have one of them, I would say Becky no matter how many other men she fucked. I liked Trudy a lot.. I knew I was in when she didn't freak out when I mentioned coming back to my place 'for a cuddle'. By Saturday night I was a lot more explicit about my intentions. And she was up for it. Somehow we went from Phyno to talking about sex toys. She was bringing them and I couldn't wait. On Sunday, I woke up late. My room was as usual a shithole. I couldn't be bothered to clean so I told her that we were changing plans and to meet me at the Jolly Hotel in Festac Town. They were having a. Despite our cool aloof relationship and a hat full of rationalization, what she was doing to her son had to be leaving scars as deep as any she had felt in her rough life.All of this coming off of a marriage that I suspect was full of psychological abuse. The more I thought about it, the more I realized she has been gone from our plane of reality for awhile. This was a woman who, after all, thought that getting caught having anal sex on the floor of her living room with a stranger was the. Finally we reached for the soap and washed each other, after-play rather than foreplay. We were done, at least for now, for this time. Feelings that we hadn't really understood so long ago suddenly made sense. Our childish friendship had morphed into something vastly different, an explosive mix of emotion and lust.I wasn't ready to call it love. If felt different than I felt toward Terrell. But I knew this was a beginning, not an ending, and with that came a shit-load of guilt. Without a word.