Then, for reasons known only to it, it moved forward. It stepped into the light. I think it wanted me to see. Like it knew how disturbing seeing it wo...ld be to one of us. As though it goaded me — and took pleasure in knowing. Even then, in those first moments, my mind, of course, refused to believe what was right there. A veil slid across the empirical and I simply refused to accept the evidence of my own senses. This had to be an elaborate practical joke. The lads in the pub, the boys I worked. And Lionel wasn’t afraid. He whispered back, completing their connection. ‘I’m right here,’ said he. ‘You mean a lot to me.’ He clicked the remote to hush the telly. She sighed with happiness and laid her palm to his. Together they admired the simple wonder of how big his fingers were in comparison to hers. They held their two hands up in the air, her right to his left, fingers outspread, watching the candle light glow in the spaces between. Sondra mellowed out. It seemed so simple and obvious. She looked somewhat forlorn. She was wearing a loose blue cotton dress, an old favorite of mine. For a moment, I thought she’d put a bit of weight on, then dismissed it. On her hand, our rings glinted. Beside her, there was a black roll-on flight bag. On the road behind her, a taxi was pulling away.“Am I welcome?” she asked in a voice laced with uncertainty.After a moment while I just stared at her. Caroline said. “Of course you are.”At the same time I said, “No.”Caroline shot me a disappointed. She gasped and arched her back. I began to move inside her slowly, getting control. I didn’t want to cum too soon. I kept kissing her and she kissed me back with a passion I’d never known. It was like a hunger that could never be sated for both of us.. I realized in that moment, fucking my best friend’s wife, that I had found my sexual soul mate. We couldn’t get enough of each other. I was fucking harder now, harder and faster and harder. The only sounds were those of our heaving gasps for.