"OOh, God!" Tears started again into her eyes, misting them so that she couldn't see."I've been debating with myself... Should I, or should I not... t...ll your husband!"Suddenly, Joan's mind grasped what he was going to lead up to, and she had to counter him... stall him, somehow."You wouldn't?" That's right... I wouldn't... under certain conditions!" C-Conditions... ?" Yes... it's very simple! I want to fuck you... and I won't tell him... if you're completely cooperative!"Joan saw her opening.. He sat and crooked a finger for her to follow. She went. He leaned back into the couch and opened his legs, making room for her in between them. Ally kneeled in front of him and looked up at him. She saw desire, but she saw something else, too–something hiding behind it, as if embarrassed to be seen. Need? The flannel pajama bottoms opened the way boxers did, and she didn’t have to pull them down to expose his erection. His hand cupped her cheek, and she could feel where his fingers were still. Just the thought of getting a woman between my legs (forced or otherwise) and having my way with her used to arouse me to no end. But, given the fact that I grew up in an overpopulated country, my desires remained a fantasy. My luck took a positive turn when I finished my MBA and got a job in a company in Chennai.To tell you a bit about myself, I grew up and schooled in Chennai for a while before my dad got transferred to Delhi. To make things better, we owned a house in Chennai which we had. But this time, I woke Wendy up; I had a feeling she would not object. Nor did she. And nor did passionate sex at three-thirty stop her from (successfully) demanding a repeat in the morning.I lay in bed recovering after this final bout while Wendy showered and got ready for work. When she returned to the bedroom to kiss me goodbye, she was still smiling radiantly but looked puzzled."James, darling, what do you think is going on? Don't think I'm complaining," she hastily added, with an.