"You need to clean up" Charles said as he opened the shower stall andstarted the water. I didn't expect him to stay, but he got in andinvited me to j...in him. After washing the goo off of my face, he kissedme lustily. With the hot water washing over our bodies he wrapped hisarms around me and told me he was proud of me tonight. We held thatembrace for a long time.I was wondering why Charles had not gotten dressed after we had driedoff, but I wasn't complaining since I really liked looking at. I was moving more easily over the knots, mainly because I was so wet.I went to Victoria’s Secret on the second level. I took my time walking around the store. I wanted to build the pressure. I bought some black lace lingerie and a pair of tan stockings (as requested by someone for another reason and day). My face was flushed and I could barely concentrate. I went further up to Ann Taylor and picked a skirt and a blouse at random and got a dressing room. I was getting pretty worked up.I. She was looking damn hotI pulled her close and wrapped her in my arms…We smoochedShe started unbuttoning my shirt and removed it.I pulled the string of her Petticoat and there she was in a blue bra and panty …Her curves were making me crazy.Plus the excitement of making love in office was making it crazier.She unbuckled my pant and removed my pant and underwear in one go.She took my dick in her hand and started stroking it giving a naughty look.She started sucking itVikky: oohhhh baby wowwwwShe. A year later, we married, I just turned eighteen, he twenty-three. I’ve never known another man. Now twenty-five, I’m meeting my first real date. I’m being me, at last. Conversing with myself between stoplights, I rewrote my personal history to justify meeting a man, not my husband.Approaching Michael’s restaurant in Sunnyvale, our meeting place, however, my rationalized confidence dissipated, replaced with timid reality.I’m risking my marriage, family, my world. I should go home. I knew I.