So we meet up and I get in her car. I looked at her and had a big smile. She was even more beautiful in person. Clean smooth skin. More on the light s...in side. Long brunette hair that went halfway down her back. Soft easy going voice. She smiled back and said hello. We made small talk. Saying how we both were nervous. And how we wish we had more time to sit and talk before I had to go back to work. Then she mentions how sexy I am. I tell her she’s sexy too. She gives me a nervous laugh. I ask. I looked over at my husband, laying on his side, his back to me and still snoring. My hands went up to my tube top and it was still in place.‘Was that a dream?’ I thought as my mind raced.I’d never had a dream that felt so real. My nipples still hard from the sensation I must have dreamt about. I flopped back down on the pillow and thought to myself with a sigh, “Gretchen, you have got to stop this!’My pussy ached so bad, I couldn’t take it anymore, so I got up and went into the bathroom. I. I was harnessing all the will power I could muster trying to resist the urge to rip his shorts off and get a good, long, hard look at his manhood. I then felt him grab a fistful of my hair and twist my head backward, forcing me to look up at his face. He stared down at me with a look of cocky satisfaction. He and I both knew he was in control and he was enjoying every second of it. I felt his grasp get even tighter as I felt several hairs being ripped from my scalp."Well, while you're down. ‘Well, if that’s what Charlie wanted, I can’t very well argue, can I?’ ‘Lissy–‘ ‘It’s okay, I understand,’ she interrupted, her gaze falling upon the tree-house Charlie had built for them in and around the lower branches of the huge oak dominating the bottom left hand corner of the garden. That too might soon be gone, she realised, experiencing a sharp pang of regret. ‘So let me get this straight. If we don’t sell, we could convert the barn?’ ‘Yep. It’s still an option. I meant what I said at.