And she did.“Hey, had your lunch?” she asked.“Nope, I forgot to bring lunch to my work site today,” I lied, why I don’t know.“Go find the ...earest hotel and have something,” She replied with a smiley.“Yeah, I will,” I replied and we ended chat for that day.The next day same time I messaged her. The same stuff about having lunch was our topic of conversation. This went for a few days until. One day she broke out. “We can have a conversation other than lunch you know,” She messaged. I chuckled and. Could I ever justify doing to others what Ian had done to me? My mind was in turmoil, ridden with guilt that I could even think of doing such a thing and yet driven by the compelling need for mind-blowing sex.There was no way that I could make such a big decision on my own, I needed to talk to someone, share the burden of making such a epic choice. But the awful truth was, that there was no one I trusted enough that I could discuss this problem with, I was on my own. It was then that I. First, to meet a friend from the net and have fantastic sex. Secondary, to take the time to think about my life and decide which road to take. Do I continue my tedious pattern, or change it entirely. At any rate here I am, walking down the beach, alone for the evening and night. My lover had to go home for the night for appearances. You see, he’s married. So I am the ‘other’ women, here in search of a few days of erotic bliss in my life. Then it’s back home to my mate and our family. This was. " Peach Martini, courtesy of your bartender." "Which one?" There's two guys working tonight. "Anthony, the one on the left." I look over and Anthony is not at all bad looking He's got a great, warm smile, and looks like he keeps in shape, even though he looks a bit older than me. He sees me looking and salutes me with a mocking grin. Damn. Just my type. I've had a few, but no, I'm a smart woman. This would be really dumb. Then again, I'm REALLY horny. Who would ever know besides Patricia, and.