And my life has been richer for it,let me explain. My wife and I have been married for almost 20 years now, but this story takes place almost 18 years... ago. She is a beautiful, sexy woman, she owns her own business and has been successful for many years now.She's 5 foot 6 inches, 140lbs which is just how I like it. Very top heavy 44DDD, hourglass figure like the pinup girls from Marilyn Monroe era of women.Both nipples are huge and pierced, and a few classy tattoos that are well hidden. That. One drunken night, he slipped and slept with one of his co-workers. Shweta herself had cheated in relationships before this one. But she was loyal to this guy and was dreaming to marry him.We used to hook up even when she was in her earlier relationships. But the last time we met about a year ago, she straight up said no to me for sex. She told me that she wanted to make this relationship work. I understood that she loved him very much.Now Shweta used to live alone in a 1 BHK flat. Her parents. When I exited the bathroomAndrew was waiting to see if I was OK. I tried to act cool, but it wasdifficult to look him in the eye. He could tell I'd been crying, My eyeswere as red as sin."It's just a girl problem," I told him. In truth, I couldn't think of abigger girl problem than growing a penis. But that was my conundrum. Iwas a guy, right? And guys have penises. So I should be happy, not upset.But I'd just had my first period yesterday, and only girls get those.Plus it hadn't even been a. Then instinctively, our lips meld firmly, opening slightly, tongues peeking out to touch and lick, tasting the flavours of each other. I flex my hands on your arms and you lower yours from my face. You caress down my throat, feeling the pulse beating fast at the base, over my collarbone and further down, over the fabric of my bikini top, finding my nipples erect and waiting. I throw my head back, arching my breasts deeply into your hands. My fingers squeeze and massage your arms, before going.