When she walked, the cascades of pleats opened wider to reveal her legs, from black heels to the very tops of her bare thighs. The contrast of one sle...der ivory leg after another, slim thighs flexing, thrust through the opening as she took step after step framed by the dark flowing fabric, was startling, even to her husband of so many years.'My God - she could have any man.'And then, just at that moment, she had smiled at him, as though she could read his every thought.Now they sat in silence. ‘Hi,’ he said, smiling. ‘You’re early.’ ‘So are you.’ ‘Yeah well, you know, I got out of work and there wasn’t really much sense in going home for an hour.’ I gestured at his damp hair. ‘You showered at work?’ He blushed and I smiled. ‘Well you know, I might have stopped along the way.’ ‘Hungry?’ I asked, changing the subject for him. ‘Starving.’ ‘Let’s go.’ We walked in together and I was amazed how comfortable I felt around him. I didn’t know anything about him, other than he seemed to like. The hurt I could see in my husband's eyes could not be measured by any means. Those magnetic blue eyes that drew everyone's attention were now looking into my soul. My rambling words of how this didn't mean anything and how much I loved him were being bounced back by his cool, logical response and deep sadness that reminded me of how unexplainable what I did was.I sat in the chair and my mind traveled back to college when I met Early. Unbelievably handsome, star and captain of the football team. Then I felt his balls bob against the top of my thighs, and I knew he couldn’t go any deeper.“Oh fuck,” he said, still holding me around the waist.“How does that feel?” whispered Abi.“Tight,” I whispered back. My lips were dry with a mixture of fear and excitement, and I licked them, waiting for Chris to start fucking my arse.I felt him pull out, then gasped as he squeezed some more cool lube around my hole and on his cock. Then he began to fuck me properly, each thrust seeming to go deeper.