All my persuasive powers could not get her to meet me at other times. I did visit her house on a few occasions when her husband was there, but it was ...sually to help either of them with minor problems on the computer.In the winter we sat inside in front of the usual roaring log fire; in the summer we could sit on the benches outside and watch the river flow past. Always the same drinks, a half of bitter for me and a tomato juice with extra Worcestershire sauce for Dinah. Mostly we gave our. About me, I am from Mumbai, age 30, live in Lokhandwala work in a prominent multinational, life is now about working hard meeting deadlines, making money, from a distance my life looks perfect, I have a luxury car, I look decent, have a good enough flat I am married with a lovely wife, go to the club, party on weekends, just how I imagined while growing up in a middle class joint family, where getting into the bathroom first was an important task.Well anyways I have realized that in all this. I did some work around the house, and the morning which started late, was soon gone. In the afternoon I lay on the sofa and turned on the football game. Linda came in, and sort of slid in on the end, so she was sitting with my head in her lap. She just laid her head back, and let me watch my game. The game was a blow out, one of those games that was over at half time. I laid back, not paying much attention to the game. I looked at Linda. She had a very contented look on her face."You as. I didn't feel hungry so decided to shower first, then maybe I would feel like eating.I sat around the rest of the day unable to stop thinking about the dream and how it had progressed from John almost touching me in the first dream to causing the most dramatic orgasm I had ever had in my life. While my husband stood by watching, not saying or doing anything to try to keep me from being raped by his best friend, I begged had and pleaded with both of them to stop this game but neither had paid.