But hey, she was sorta pretty, I thought. You know, I’d do her. And, knowing that I had nothing else to do, I thought I’d start the day on a high ...ote. I wiggled down the length of the bed so I was sat on the edge, directly opposite the mirror. “Hello, pretty,” I said to myself.You have to love yourself. I learned that early on. If you don’t love yourself, you can’t expect anyone else to love you. That’s not to say I think I’m perfect. Far from it. I’m really critical of my appearance; but. On Saturday morning I had a nice relaxing morning. I took a long bath and shaved myself completely. I had bought a new lingerie outfit for the occasion. We drove into the city early and had a nice lunch with wine to keep my nerves in check. As arranged we got to the club around 2pm and there were all ready guys hanging around in the club. The doorman checked us in, the bar was open and music was playing. I felt like I had lots of eyes on me as we walked through to Chris’ office. There. " Really?" Yes. I want to fuck you ... mean I want you to fuck me."I thought about this. Both our profiles said we just wanted to talk dirty on the net or by phone. I mentioned that."I dont care. You are hot. I figured I'd just get the usual dirty old men."I thanked her, but reminded her she was married. I am, too, of course, but the danger increases exponentially when both cheaters are married. Put it this way ... I trust ME!"I think I'd rather keep it like it is..."I'd already told her about. ??You let people into my flat??I stepped back out of the way.?You let that bastard Konig into my flat?? asked Sangeeta, her voicerising. ?Let him show other tenants round??Rasheed shrugged. ?Your business isn?t doing so well. I thought it wouldbe helpful ? get you back to London where you?d be happier.?Sangeeta?s shoulders sagged. She lowered her head. ?I?m happy here,? shemurmured.I heard her but Rasheed didn?t. ?What???I?m happy here,? she said. ?Or I was until you showed up. Who told youthat.