He was married, he had a daughter, he had a reputation to protect. It was wrong in every single way imaginable. Yet, as he stared down at the woman be...ore him he couldn't stop himself. His blood was flowing to all the wrong places, his hormones were raging, and she looked so damn beautiful. She was perfect in the simplest ways. She had a button nose that scrunched up every time she tried to smile. Her lips were a soft, supple pink that seemed to swell with every little kiss and nip. The. Anyway, my husband preferred me to sit in the far corner of the last pew of the church on Sunday mornings. That particular Sunday morning, as I dressed for church, I slipped into a white, Empire waist tunic top and a very short, white, cotton miniskirt with nothing on under them except for a very skimpy white lace g-string. It was new outfit. I bought it a few days earlier at my favorite clothing store, Fredericks of Hollywood. My husband had yet to see it because we stopped sleeping in the. I was just silent for a moment bending my head down then she suddenly came near me and said don’t worry it’s very common in this age.Then she asked do you really like me and boobs so much. By hearing this my heart started dancing but I didn’t express that in front of her and I just nodded my head saying yes, aunty I really like them a lot.Then she suddenly came closer to me and touched my hard penis over my pants and I was struck at that moment and I didn’t know what to do.After a sec or two I. This continued for what seemed hours but probably no more than 5 to 10 minutes, and then she suggested the bedroom, I agreed and she walked ahead, again she could not resist the stop and tempting come hither look as she stood in the doorway.In the bedroom was the bed I knew well, and still attached to the headboard were the handcuffs, she soon lay back spread-eagled and inviting me to join her. I removed my clothes and was soon lying alongside her, tongues resuming where they left off. Relaxed.