‘Aida, the contract says you are to act as a wife to me for a duration of one year. You are required to live under the same roof with me. Check that...out. Anyway wouldn’t it look weird for you to stay in your apartment and I at my own? Remember you are carrying my name now, so it’s rightly YOU should stay with me. Don’t worry, if you think, that you are to sleep on my bed, although I don’t mind. My bed is huge enough for two,’ amusement in his voice. ‘No…no…that is not what I meant. I was trying. And it was only me and my darling Mona who was at home now. She prepared me a breakfast and went to take bath. Our bathroom was a side of my room and we can easily check out from glass window of another side.As soon as she entered into the bathroom and locked the door, I ran to other side and slightly tilted the glass of bathroom window. It was my dirty mind who was willing to have a look at those beautiful boobs. She stripped nighty and started to apply oil to her hairs. It was only her skin. She was obviously very fit, he saw, the sort of woman who could tear a man apart between the sheets.She lay back and hiked her ass up and scissored her legs in a bicycling motion, limber and sinuous, again displaying her crotch.He wondered if she kept herself so fit for any particular reason--for fucking with stamina, for instance?Then she got up and wrapped a towel around her neck and, to his regret, disappeared back into her house.Jonathon realized that his fist was wrapped around the hilt of. It shouldn’t be taken as an opportunity to screw some one or get a woman to bed but as a way to explore a person’s inner feelings rather. People reading this might be thinking that I may be blabbering some bullshit. But it isn’t. It is a hardcore fact. As readers would know I am Kavitha, happily married with a kid. My hubby has gone up in hierarchy in his career and so has our home. And currently his tours for his sales career have gone up. He is almost out 20 days in month, which leaves us.