The... the... stuff that was on there was beyond shocking."He sat silently."So this leaves me two choices," she said. "I could tell you that it's over... or I could indulge your dirty little secret. Neither is particularly appealing."Sigh."What do you think?" Couldn't we just forget this ever happened?" he said, finishing the last salmon hand-roll."Oh I don't think so... that hardly seems possible now. What I mean to say is that every time I think about you, I have this mental image of you - with. She was known as the local busybody and she only mixed with the neigbours to find out the local news.On this occasion she almost straight away asked me if I had a girlfriend and seemed eager to know how close we were. She asked me how often I saw her and so on. Then, completely out of the bue she asked me if I was having sex with her.I am sure I blushed as I admitted that we did and she went on to ask how often. I think I admitted to twice a week and then out of the blue she asked me if I. I just woke up. My eyes are blurry and unfocused, my heart is clear: Where are you? There is warmth, I feel it. It comes not from the dieing fire in the corning of the room, it is to my left. Your form lies flush against me buried in a heap of thick covers, your hair, the color of bright copper, is splayed out wildly on the pillow. I lose my breath, as I do every time I look at you, your beauty racks my mind. I don’t deserve you, my own perverted twisted form doesn’t possess the grace to. Looking back at it, he was a good looking guy, and someone I'd probably could have been friends with had he not been fucking my wife. We talked for a while, before my wife asked if we wanted something to drink.Kenny and I each asked for a beer and my wife had a glass of wine. When we were on our second set of drinks, my wife asked if I'd go get her another bottle of wine.The store was only about 10 minutes away, so I got up to go to the store. I figured it was a chance for all of us to take in.