I started calling him mama and he started calling me wife..slowly we started roaming together in bike hugging each other..one day he asked me to wore ...sari below my navel..i did and during lunch time, he touched my navel for a second, i was shell shocked and was so excited..these stuff we continued for almost 2 months..slowly i started forgetting my hubby and d fact tat i am married..The d day came..one fine morning i got a sms from vinu saying he is not coming to office..i messaged him saying. John laid next to me for a short time, before getting up for another shower.I was in the kitchen with nothing but his white button down shirt on, making breakfast. My phone rang and it was Jodie. She sounded so happy. She said that they ended up at the riverside, just strolling the pier. Some guy was playing his horn to earn some extra cash. Jeff had started dancing with her in a seductive way. Jodie said she was melting in her panties as he was so tender with her.I asked what happened. I did a lot of jobs that other workers avoided, it got me extra hours and "Brownie points". I was rewarded with extra hours and wage increases as well. I also got to use the swimming pool during slack time and since I hoped to make the school team by winter I felt it was win-win. Using the Steam Room, I watched several encounters between men and eventually got "sucked" into participation, hence my downfall. It was all new and exciting to me, and before long I became a willing and active. And what she must be nearly 70 now. Maybe it was that he’d seen her virtually naked all those summers, as she paraded around her pool in her assorted bikinis, letting the sun and whomever was present, lavish her with attention. Maybe it was a simple stereotypically cultural thing - Pamela was a MILF although actually a GILF, with three known grand children and he wanted to fuck her. Maybe it was the taboo of her being his best friend’s mum, almost like a second mum to himself, in a way.Ah, his.