I massaged it in a full round motion, managing to graze her perineum with my fingertips and trailing my thumbs through her humid cleft. I paused and n...udged her thighs. She was quick to spread them wider and now I was able to touch her labia as I massaged.‘You like that, Jamie?‘Yes, Mr D.’‘Do you want me to stop?’‘No, Mr D.’I kept up the massage, Jamie sighing as my fingers played with her bottom and labia. After a minute I tugged her bikini bottom al the way down and tossed it on the ground.. I have no idea how long she has been doing it or what the outcome is going to be when she finally comes home; the only thing I know for sure is that I caught her with her pants down (no pun intended).Leslie and I have been married for twenty-one years and I suppose our marriage is pretty much the same as that of other middle class couples in the early forties. We were (I almost said are, but I'm not sure about that anymore) comfortable together, had a fairly active sex life and, or least I had. I wrote it down for him but when we reached the Place de la Concorde, whichI had seen pictures of, I realised I had to get out a map because I knew weshould be nowhere near there. After thirty minutes we eventually got toPigalle and I was left wondering if I would have been quicker to go bytrain, I have since learnt that I would have been but that the taxi shouldhave taken less than 10 minutes.Serge had told me to meet him at a club near Pigalle which had cabaretsingers and to ask for Serge. . She was busy making the breakfast when taimur came in and stood beside her. “salaam ammi jaan” he said slipping an arm around her waist after closing the kitchen door.Nilofer moved away after returning his greeting. She was still feeling guilty about having sex with him and was embarrassed by his behavior.Taimur moved behind her again and putting his hands on her hips kissed her neck.“don’t do it taimur. It isn’t right. Whatever happened was wrong. Please forgive me and forget about it” nilofer.