At the coffee shop they got two coffees and found a corner table. Jon held out a chair for Karen to sit down, then sat opposite her.“Right,” Karen...said, “I’d better explain.”“You don’t need to explain yourself to me,” Jon replied, “but if you want to, I’ll be happy to listen.”“Well, then I’ll begin at the beginning.”“A very good place to start,” Jon interjected.“If your next line is ‘when you read you begin with ABC’ I could get violent,” she said slowly.“Sorry,” he apologised.“It was going to. A quick spritz of my favourite perfume across my neck and wrists, made mefeel feminine and sexy and now the very final touch... I slipped my nyloncovered feet into the heels. That's it. Becky had now arrived!I had 20 minutes to kill before James' arrival. I visited the bathroom toremove the tampon I had inserted earlier and inserted some lube into thevoid left behind. I then logged onto my computer to look at the photosJames had previously sent. My lace pantie covered clit stirring at theimages. Her legs were big and thick and stood her at a full, plump 5'4 while perfectly accentuating her huge ass. Once when we were at the beach, her one piece bathing suit rode up a bit tight in her crotch and I saw some of what was a large blond bush of hair around her plump vulva. Also, once when she had slept at our house, she had an old camisole on, revealing her gorgeous dark pink nipples that I struggled not to look at. These were my only semi-nude encounters with her so far, the only other time. The warm, creamy feeling deep in her center never went away, and she found herself eager for intimacy. Things had, for some reason, been a little out of sync with her and her husband since Jeremy had been born. The sex had been infrequent, sometimes awkward, and often lacking the charge they had always experienced in their three-year marriage. It had been gnawing at her, this ineffectiveness, and she had started second guessing herself. She would stop in the middle of her daily tasks to look in.