Sorry,’ he stuttered, seeing me up on my knees with Tony’s thighs tight up to mine with him knowing exactly what was going on. ‘Sorry. I…I’l... see you later,’ and heard the door close as he left. It was the first time that he had ever come into my room without knocking first, but it wouldn’t have made any difference I don’t think. But it had happened now and there was nothing I could do about it. Tony, on having heard the door open and hearing Bernie speak, had turned his head and seen the. By the way let me tell you something about me.I am 28 and married to loving husband who too works in public sector company. We have been married for about 4 years now and have one son. Initially our married life was very exciting and we used to fuck almost daily, except for those four days each woman has. Even in this period he used to fuck me saying it’s impossible for him to do away without sex. I maintain my figure with regular exercise and managed to retain my stats 38 – 26 –38. I have firm. "Hell, a woman never gets a chance to wear one of those dresses. I wanted to do it once in my life." I didn't tell him that I was doing it just as much to placate the farm boys, as I had begun to think of them in the plural sense.After I broke the connection, I took a cup of coffee to the second floor and sat by the front window so that I could see the town traffic move along. I could also see directly into the windows of the second floor Drugstore Condo. Vlad and Anya seemed to be having lunch. My heart pounds a little in my chest and I get a girlish smile.I continue to watch as you run down the street and I notice you look back. I raise my hand slightly to wave and I see you nod."You're an idiot", I tell myself as I walk back in to the house. What was I doing?I was a married woman, and yes I have felt neglected for the past several years, but what did I really want to do? Did I just want to engage in innocent flirtation to make me feel more a woman? Did I really want to go past a.