I didn't answer with any kind of detail, so her questioning intensified. As we got closer to home, she asked point blank if I were getting serious wit... Karen, all the while suspecting that she was the reason for my bright mood. I pulled the CD that had been playing out of my dash, and handed it to her. It was a burn of the recording of the benefit concert. My song had been playing. It was autographed, Dear Jimmy, thanks for the song! I stopped the car and strolled across the yard to the front. She's trembling. Tears in eyes. Fighting with lust. Just one fleeting kiss and yet...“Impressive, isn't it? Still wanna go home and miss out on this? Not curious if I can keep a promise? The fuck of your life in, uh, three minutes now.”Her eyes roaming over his entire face, seeking something to hold on to. He hears her heavily swallow. Tears of hatred. Tears of inner turmoil. Tears of regret. Decision taken long ago.“Fine, then,” she hisses. Turns around, slides her leggings down mid-thigh.. Greeting me at the door with a drink made and kissing me hard on the lips, I was taken with how wonderful she really was. A perfect slut wife of my dreams.We had a bite to eat, which considering that Shelly remained naked, was a feat for me. I wanted to fuck her right there, across the table. I held back. We went into the bedroom and I picked out a slinky sexy dress for her to wear. It clung to her breasts like a second skin and it was rather long, but had a slit up the side that went above her. I was driving from work to home, totally stressed out after a long day. As it is my wife was at her parents place in another city, gone to write her post graduate exams, which added to the frustration of going to my own house and living alone for few weeks. It was all the more stressful to drive in the pothole filled roads overflowing with rainwater. Few miles before my house, my car’s headlights showed a man trying to fiddle with his car’s engine. As I slowed and neared them, I could pick out.