I couldn’t move. I wanted to but I didn’t dare. I didn’t want to ruin what was happening. She smiled and stood. Reaching behind her, she let the...shirt fall from her shoulders to the ground. I motioned to stand, wanting to touch her. She gently pushed my shoulders down, telling me to sit. She dropped to her knees, kneeling in front of me as she leaned in and kissed me. It wasn’t a gentle peck; it was a hard, deliberate kiss, her tongue searching for mine. I reached my hands forward and cupped. Yes, we could just get a room and have complete privacy to ourselves without anybody walking in on us. But honestly, what fun would that be? The best part of a cat's life is chasing the mouse. If the cat can have the mouse any time it chooses, then the cat will no longer crave that mouse.Well, about two weeks ago my wife tells me she wants us to go up to visit her sister and her kids for the weekend. It's been a while since our families have gotten together so sure, I'm up for it (no pun. My suspicions were aroused when she always seemed to get calls and texts in the evening and certain week-day afternoons. She would then disappear from class when at college or in to her room when at the flat.If she was at the flat she would then hurtle into the bathroom and come out glammed up, before leaving the flat dressed to kill. Me being naive thought little of it at first thinking that there was a new man in her life until I started noticing the bundles of cash.I pressed her on it and. I noticed Paula was looking at my breasts and she was watching me and as she was I could feel my nipples get hard. Paula looked at me “What does it feel like” she asks“What” I said as I knew what she meant and I opened my legs more to get comfortable than anything else.Her eyes darted down to my crotch area which now was becoming very wet.“You know….touching yourself”“Bloody amazing…..try it…you won’t stop doing it once you start” I laughed sounding like a women of the world, and not the shy.