She knocked.Jim opened the door quickly, almost like he was expecting her and stood there stunned for a moment. “Val, what a pleasant surprise,” J...im said once he regained his composure.“Sorry to surprise you. I was just about to drive home and have an evening drink. Then I remembered that you always said we should get together when our spouses are out on their monthly social outings. I figured why not now. Can I come in for a drink? I hope I am not disturbing you.”“No, no, come in,” Jim. As she leaned over to put his drink on the end of the table I could see her tits clearly silhouetted through the jersey. I noticed that my friend kept his hands on his lap and he would occasionally adjust himself, when he thought that no-one was watching. After we had talked a while, my wife told us that she was tired and was going to bed and said goodnight to both of us. My friend agreed that it was getting late, he was going to call it a night and had better be getting home, in two seconds. ’ ‘My pleasure.’ he answered lightly, though an uneasy feeling was growing in his gut. He really liked how she enjoyed the simple pleasures of life – be it dancing, or this view – or kissing, his mind shouted before he could tell it to shut it. And yet, something about it bugged him. It was almost as if she were… too grateful. Too easy to please. It was as if she’d been surprised to be treated well at all. Thank you for making me feel like a real princess tonight, she’d told him the night. ”She nodded. “I have been spending all my dinars on obtaining a certain strand of magic all these years,” he said.“What strand would that be?” she said.“It is called Inanna’s charm,” he said simply, and then looked down at his feet. She gasped. Inanna was the ancient Sumerian goddess of love. Love, not marriage. She was particularly known as the goddess of extramarital liaisons and sensual affairs. The goddess herself was supposed to prowl the streets and taverns in search of carnal adventures..