”A “Are you joking? You're married.”D “It's not like you are planning an affair, it's just a bit of harmless fun.”A “But what would Peter ...hink?”D “He won't be home until late and what harm is there when nothing is going to happen?”A “That's hardly the spirit of fidelity.”D “Well, it's not like he is making use of that fidelity.”A “Well no, but what if somebody found out that you had flashed the neighbour's son?”D “Who's going to tell?”A “What if one of the other neighbours sees?”D “Which ones?. She then removed her bra and out bounced both of them in their full size. What a sight they were. Then she turned around a slowly removed her panties, bending down slightly and I got a lovely view of her ass and it was perfectly rounded. She turned around and I could see her perfectly shaved pussy.By this time I was aroused and was rubbing my dick over my jeans. She started the shower and went in and I could see her through the glass cleaning herself. All of a sudden she popped her head out and. 'Whore,' was his verdict.Her hands balled into fists, her face boiling, Pat spun and left Darragh cackling into his lap like a witch over a cauldron, casting black spells.'Miserable old fucker! I hate his guts!'Brendan sat in her bedroom chair, dressed once more in his jeans and shirt, casually smoking as he watched Pat pace her bedroom like a leopard in a cage. 'Never would have guessed.''Do you know how often I've held back from throttling him?''Too often.''Bastard!' She slammed her fist into. And when we parted and we kissed. But not on the lips – that was her rule. Never, never on the lips. So we did it like on the continent, as they say. A kiss on each cheek, and then goodbye.The next week (that brings me to the start of my story, where I said I had just met her two weeks before, for those who care about a timeline), it was early Saturday afternoon. I was out in my car, running some errands and had the day to myself. The family was otherwise occupied, so time was no object. I.