My drink burned in my gut, and I thought, 'All right, she'll have her way. I'll give her exactly what she wants--and more.'Decided upon a pre-emptive ...trike, I leapt to my feet at the side of the bed. My head spun when I straightened, however, and I foundered against the wall for my balance. It was the booze. I waited to gather my bearings, undaunted and determined to dive right in while my temper was hot. Before I lost my nerve, that is.I walked to my dresser, and opened my junk drawer at the. She went off to the ladies on a couple of occassions and was followed with men walking behind her just to catch sight of her seams.We left and she was really turned on by the impact she had on the men and we stopped on the way home and I fucked her in the car whilst we spoke of the effect her stockings and see through blouse had made.My wife was now hooked and suggested we go out again the following Saturday, she dressed as the previous week but advised she was not wearing panties and we set. I saw anger and frustration on her face while I walked out of the house with Manu.We went and spent 10 minutes slightly away from the house. I made Manu place a call to Mona informing his absence for the night. The reason being some help to his friend for a function. At around 9 in the night, I rang the doorbell of Mona’s house. She opened the door.To my shock, she was dressed in a semitransparent red gown. I asked for Manu, but she avoided the topic and asked me to come inside. I again asked. ’ I do so, wondering. The job is done. I can return to my old life now, away from her. In spite of the close moment we had shared, being around her still pained me. I needed to go. She stood in the middle of the floor and began to remove her clothes. She pulled her shirt over her head. Her alabaster skin seemed to glow. Her breasts were small and firm. They would be barely a mouthful if I suckled on them. Something stirs in my chest. I can’t quite identify it. Fear? Pain? Lust? Love? I don’t.