” I just nodded and he walked into the kitchen. “Can’t sleep either?” I didn’t even know Sherry was still up. “I can’t sleep with her ju...st sitting there. Why after everything she been through did this have to happen. I want to help her but there’s nothing I can do or say that can and I worried that she might…” She let her sentence go but I know what she was talking about. The thought was still bouncing around in my head not matter what I did to stop it. It wasn’t fair that he was going to walk. She wanted that and so says her face. Then I put my hand on her pussy. I came to know that she didn’t wear any underwear. I kept on massaging her pussy lips. Which she enjoyed with all excitement.Then we planned to dance. I took the lady to the corner of the dance floor. We started our foreplay with a kiss. I smooched her for 10 minutes. Then placed her body over my upper half and began kissing. I started moving my hand over her ass and gave her a sexual tension. Then she began to grind my dick. He put down the paper, his mind registering on one word 'woman'. "Yes we do have the space", he said. "But I wouldn't want it for too long, just a few days I don't have any problems with", he concluded. Normally a wife would have been delighted and given her husband a kiss and maybe even sucked him off in gratitude, but his marriage was not one based on intimacy, in fact it was so long ago since even the slight touch of intimacy had been done, it could be referred to as ancient history.Days. She was lying completely naked on the bed, thighs slightly parted, eyes closed. Wow, this was a change. She was way ahead of him. Would that she was always so willing.Then he saw the small bottle on the bedside table. He snatched it up. Empty. Cautiously, he touched her shoulder. She was so, so cold. Gone, and he turned away, knowing he had to phone somewhere.He had chanced a final glance at her body on the bed, just as her eyes suddenly came wide open, and pure hate poured at him, her pale.