She looked amazingly sexy in the smoldering light, which cast her body in dramatic curve loving shadows. Inspired, I playfully began to pose in the f...ll length mirror leaning against the wall, pretending that I was his model du jour. I slipped out of my sundress and stood topless in my thong turning this way and that, touching my body and trying out different expressions. It was silly fun, the kind of thing you do when nobody is looking. I giggled to myself and ran to retrieve the disposable. We're colleagues and we fell for each other. And yes, the wife now has an inkling about us but hasn't really confirmed the forbidden relationship. She thought it was still on its early stages where her hubby is developing a crush on his colleague (aka me). Well, deeper than a crush, I suppose. I just couldn't find the right term for it. She has no idea that I was satisfying her husband and that we were having sex most days of the week. I'm bad, I know. If stopping this relationship is as easy. . just less warm and affectionate when we were together.Her birthday came and went without much fanfare. After all, it was only a few days before Christmas, so I didn't expect it to be a big deal. I bought her a small brooch and a card. I wanted to take her to dinner, but she claimed she was too busy to take the time. She thanked me for the gift and the card and I got a quick kiss along with it. But something seemed to be missing and I started to think I needed to get to the bottom of this. . and my mind wanders. Sometimes, I think I sleep standing up, if only for a few seconds. On this occasion, I may or may not have slept, but certainly my attention was not on sailing the ship. Serendipity woke me, her sails slatting and banging, having turned gradually into the wind. I backed the foresail and got her back on course, thinking of coffee.Grace appeared, rubbing her eyes. She'd taken the trouble to dress, or, perhaps, had never undressed. "You slept, didn't you?" Something like.