All you keeping thinking to yourself as you remove the sheer nylons and the purple, matching bra, panty, garter set; is "No one was suppose to be home...for another hour." Throwing them away would be pointless. So you put them back.You put on your Jockeys, jeans and T-shirt, sit down and wait. Drive to Canada enters your mind a few times.An hour later... she hands you the list."...your chores... help with your algebra without the smartass remarks..." You can't believe how reasonable she's being,. In my defence, having never cheated on my husband before, I was inexperienced in the ways of the adulterer and even more naive in the ways of the ‘Hotwife’ so would always have been prone to making rookie errors.Even so, with my researches and advice from my online friends, I should have been more prepared than I was.*“Please Penny!” the message from Tony on my secret mobile phone read. “I can’t wait that long.”“I know I’m sorry but I have to be here for her,” I reluctantly replied. “You know. So removed was I from reality that I did not at first notice that Joe was ejaculating into my mouth and that, as per his instructions, I was gobbling dutifully.We did not speak afterward. But when he dropped me off he said, "You came in your pants." I did." Just remember," he said, "it didn't just happen. I did that to you." ******** Sunday afternoon, on the way home from my weekly run to the landfill, I. She looked at me blankly, her eyes opaque, giving nothing away about her feelings, and then she said in a lacklustre voice, "I'm fine, I'm going to have a shower and go to bed." So early," I asked."A long walk," was her only reply as she made her way to the shower.As I listened to the hiss of the shower I conjectured that during that walk mother had been remembering the walks she'd had with father, and perhaps some of the more cherished things they did during those walks. The way the house was.