"I replied, "I wish I was your husband."She looked deep in my eyes but did not reply. Both of us understood that it was the very beginning of the love...story of our lives. Anne wasn't the first married woman in my life. I had fucked several of them but it had always been "quickies" at parties, conferences and such occasions. Anne was different; I was in true love with a married woman. That was a new and unexpected experience for me. Now I really found out the big difference between making love. There were no amusements and by the time I was fourteen, so mother had finally given-in to my pestering for a dog.I remember the bright sunny day we drove out to some dog kennels where unwanted dogs could be paired up with a new owner.We were shown round the place by old Ken Barker who ran the place.Mother was charmed when he had shown her some cute and cuddly pedigree pooches but meanwhile I was attracted to a handsome two year old brown mongrel.As soon as I stroked him he was wagging his tail. I walk out and see her still struggling, although not as violently as she was. When she sees me her eyes go wide and she splutters. "Mr...Mr. Krauss? What the fuck are you doing? Let me go!" I walk over to her. "I think at this point in our relationship Emily, you can call me Jon." She glares at me. "Well then, go fuck yourself Jon." She says my name sarcastically and I smile. "Good girl." I stroke her face and she tries to bite me. I pull away chuckling.I point to the kitchen knife I have. I couldn’t find Erin, so I looked at the water to try to see her. I heard someone running on the deck, and when I turned around, Erin jumped on me, locking her legs around my waist and her arms around my neck. Now, I could have stood up with her like that, but I decided to let myself fall into the lake with her like that. When we emerged from the water, she was still attached to me laughing. And then she dunked me. We started wrestling, and as I expected there were slips of hands, but as soon.