I was living in London and sharing a flat with a bloke called Dave. We were both in our late 20's. He had a job working with a guy with a disability w...ho needed a staff member to care for him as he couldn't cope with practical stuff so during the day he was out at day centres but needed support at home. This meant that Dave regularly slept there as night support. One night Dave starts to tell me about a new worker who's started called Liz. He's been fucking her at this guys house after he's gone. I have even walked through the bedroom in my panties and bra to the closet and other places while my wife was five feet away. It was exhilarating. I often thought about sleeping in a bra, but felt the risk was too great. Even so, I did do it one morning. After waking early, I dressed in my a bra, panties and thigh highs while my wife still in bed. I grew tired and decided to crawl back in bed wearing my girlie stuff. Again, it was exciting. I snoozed about thirty minutes, waking up I found my. Christmas had gone as it usually did. Her brothers came home for the semester break, and she even went back on Christmas Eve to stay the night. Her mother liked to have them home for Christmas, and Ryan counseled herself that it was only one night.The actual holiday had been about as she'd expected. Her father and JT dominated the day and the conversation with football, Evan had hung out with them, and her mother had dropped none-too-subtle hints about Ryan meeting "someone special." Ryan had. Her van smelled like an a****l's cage, but nothing else in the world mattered. It was so amazing and so intense we only fucked that one time. She snuggled into me and asked me more about myself. I did the same. I tried not to think too much about if this was becoming a relationship or just a good friendship with a world-class benefits package. I pulled her head into my chest and enveloped her soft, sweaty body into my arms.For another six months, Melissa and I met at least 2 nights a week and.