He got out of the car and slowly walked up the steps to her apartment, the whole way having an argument with himself. One voice yelled that he was hur...ing his wife by being here, but the inside voice would always win over the other. He really didn't give a damn. He slammed his fist against the door three times to acknowledge his presence to the sleeping beauty on the other side. * Iris sat up in bed, drowsy, and counted the loud pounding. One. Two. Three. She slowly got out of bed and walked. She shed her tourist t-shirt and shorts for a pair of very hip jeans and a tailored t-shirt, the sleeves rolled up and somehow emphasizing her small perky tits. She had pulled her hair back tighter and was looking much more cosmopolitan, like she belonged here. "One more store," I told her, "and then we get some lunch. Why not pick out something you can wear to dinner?” I took her back to the shop with the dresses and pointed her and the sales lady to the general direction. They conferred. This last time, however, she told me that she wanted to have a drink and then we went to a pub near her home. The place is very nice, a bit dim, intimate, they serve excellent beers and for this reason the place was full of people.We find a table to sit on, order and we sit facing each other. Katia seemed a little excited, not because she had been drinking, but she seemed excited about something even if I couldn't understand what.Our order arrives, we are talking about the plus and the minus. Slowly I start to observe her cleavage through her walk and washing the cloths. I start to crush my cock in-front of her but she didn’t tell anything.Everyone knows, it happens in teenage but one fine day came, I saw her without dress in bathroom, my mind start to shout, “What a Fuck” her husband really lucky to have you. What a structure.She didn’t see me, so I got courage and went to another bathroom. I cannot able to control my feelings after seeing her nude (not only me, all boys are not.