“Wha… what have you done?” I asked Reddy in disbelief“My last fuck to your wife and probably the best one,” Reddy said and went near my wife... and grabbed her boobs.“Oh, no. He has fucked my wife like a slut, and now he was treating her like one,” I said as I saw Reddy moving his fingers on her boobs“Have to go,” Reddy told my wife.Kavita looked at him and tried to get up.“I will take you to your cab,” Kavita said and got up to wear something. As Kavita turned around, I saw fingerprints on her. It was still only a few weeks since the first time any man had registered in that way for me, at least in any conscious sense."No, really," I insisted. "I'll be okay. I've got wine and a book and this awesome view. I'll be fine." Tell you a secret," he said, smiling and leaning toward me slightly. "When someone says 'I will be fine' or 'I will be okay', it means they're not. You can chase straight guys off with that, but that's because they don't really want to hear the answer anyway." Ah," I. I went back to work, and life seemed to return to normal, until one ofmy female co-workers, who knew Mary was pregnant, asked me when I hadgot the sympathy belly.I asked her what that was, and she told me it was a fake belly a mancould wear to simulate being pregnant, to help him understand what hiswife was going through. I laughed and said she had found me out, but Iwas very concerned, since I wasn't wearing any kind of padding.I checked myself out in a mirror, and I could see my belly had. I watched her twitch and breath faster as her inner thoughts took over. That was when I learned that she could orgasm without any physical contact at all! And she admitted that sometimes when she was alone at work, she’d let her mind wander and have the most delicious secret orgasms! Without touching herself! Just squeezing her thighs together. But told me she often did play with herself if no one was around! This woman was amazing me. When she awoke, I whispered in her ear “Interesting.