I love my husband. He’s a good father to my children, he’s attractive and a good friend. We have a good relationship and we like to be together. Our sex life is wonderful. I never thought I’d cheat on him, but sometimes things happen.

Keith must travel a lot in his job. During such a trip, children were out of school and since I had to work, they were with their grandparents. After work, some of my colleagues decided to go to a local bar for a happy hour. Lance, one of the new partners, wasn’t familiar with the area, so I offered to give him a ride. In retrospective, I wonder if there was anything about Freudian.

I agree with my apartment partner Martha OK, but since we are working both women and active on weekends, we do not keep the apartment clean and clean as we would like. We never seemed able to find time to give him straightening and cleaning that really needed so we desperately hoped to get him back together. I heard a colleague talk about a friend who hired someone to help do their cleaning and I immediately realized that’s what we should do. I discovered the name of the cleaning woman and decided to hire her for a Saturday that Martha and I would dedicate to our task. With three of us working, we should be able to do wonders in one day.

This story started over a year ago. My husband and I decided to send our son fifteen years into a mountain summer camp he wanted to go for a couple of months. Then my husband thought we should have a vacation, too. We have selected Cyprus as our place to spend several weeks.

We did all the planning, bought tickets to fly over and made reservations at a nice hotel on a picturesque beach. We were about to get our passports, traveler controls and money exchanged, when my husband left me the news that he had to go to Japan for business affairs.

My name is Jackie, I’m blonde with a 36DD bust (many men find attractive). This is a true account of my first report, I was 39 years old at the time.

I worked in an office like Sales Manager when a new manager came to work for the same company. My job involved traveling to meet customers in their offices and occasionally my director would also come to meetings.

With the passing of time our relationship approached and although I was perfectly satisfied with my marriage (and satisfied with my husband’s love) I began to fantasize about Wyn. One day we arrived at the parking lot of a client before our scheduled meeting and we were talking casually in the car. I reached the back seat for my briefcase - an act that made me turn side on him with my face close enough to his. He took the opportunity to take my face in his hands and kissed me tenderly on my lips. I was surprised, but also satisfied and responded to this first kiss. Not surprisingly he pushed his tongue into my mouth and how I became more excited I did the same to him. One of his hands was caressing the front of my blouse and no doubt he could hear my erect nipples.

My ex-boyfriend, Jerry had been away for two weeks, working out of town and expecting him at home around 8:00, O’Clock on Friday night. I was excited like hell and all I thought was getting him into bed when he came home.

The phone played at 4:30 p.m. and it was Jerry. He told me he was sorry, but he was supposed to work on the weekend and he wouldn’t come home until Monday. “What should I do, I really miss you,” I said. Jerry joked: “I’m sorry, but you can always go to town and fuck if you like it,” I was shocked to say it and asked him if it was serious. He said he wouldn’t mind if he didn’t mind doing the same. He finally said: “Go, enjoy, see you on Monday.”