He paused as if about to say something but instead just disappeared upstairs to put the bike away.As I was about to leave, Mack got up saying “hang ...n a sec, I’ll walk you back”. I turned, trying to think of some excuse, but he had just moved onto the same street as me (small world!) so there wasn’t really anything I could say. Ant giggled, seeing that I was flustered but answered instead of me “cheers mate, I should start getting my shit ready for work tomorrow”.On the way back home, he was. Arriving at Phil’s I was a nervous wreck I wasn’t sure I could follow through with any thing let alone cheat on my husband. But I was there and I couldn’t back out now I at least had to go in and hang out for a bit. It had been several months since I had seen Phil, and I almost forgot the sexual tension I always felt around him until he opened the door and my kitty instantly purred and grew moist. He invited me in and I handed him the 6 pack I picked up on the way. He showed me around his. In fact,they would more likely assume I had been involved in something illegal.Of course they'd be right in that.Strangely though, none of that really bothered me. I hadn't eventhought of my wife in three years so it seemed a little hard to reallycare much about her now. After all she was older than the women Iusually liked, not nearly attractive enough, and she was straight as anarrow so wouldn't be interested in me either. As for my old job, thatheld little interest for me either."I. But it did give me a nice dose of the "warm fuzzies".I was the centre of attention (after all, the party was for me), but I had the smug feeling that it wasn't just that the guys were being nice because I'd been out of town for a few years.I was tall, lean, leggy and willowy, with jet black hair and an olive complexion, giving me a light allover tan. I wasn't over endowed in the boob department, but they were firm, and pointed upward rather than down. They needed no support, and in my pristine.