Misc. Erotica Mixing Business with Pleasure

"Ok, Ok. Take it easy, take you time," she said, running her fingers through my hair, then down my back to my ass again. She gripped them and dug her fingers in. She slapped my ass cheeks. "Beautiful. Awesome!" she hissed.

I pushed one of her legs down and straddled it. We were sideways facing each other as I started another series of strokes into her.

"Oh, Oh," she started. I raised her other leg and supported it on my shoulder. "Oww, Owww..," she exclaimed and complained quietly. I wanted her in this position so I could run me hands on her firm ass cheeks. I leaned forward and supported myself with one hand on the bed and with the other I started caressing her ass check. It was so firm I couldn't get my fingers to squeeze it. I pinched and slapped her exposed butt. I made a knife with my fingers and ran the blade up and down along her ass crack and my fingers gently pressed against her asshole. I pulled my cock out of her. She looked down.

"What? Oh, what are you doing?"

I did not answer. My condom covered cock was covered in her thick, white, juices. I looked for her panties, and used it to wipe the juices off of my cock,and also wiped her hairy mound that was slick with our juices. I inserted my cock back into her and resumed. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the sensations my cock was giving her. After about a minute of slow thrusts, I put my hand back in her ass crack and cupped and squeezed her butt cheek as my fingers rested on her puckered asshole. I could feel it opening and closing as I thrust into her.

She moaned and accepted this as well. I then dropped her leg and pulled her up. and turned her. She instantly knew what I wanted and went down on her hands and knees. I grabbed hold of her butt and separated them so I could see her cunt from behind and then I slipped my cock into her. She was still well lubricated and warm. My cock strained in her cunt as it clutchedrigi it firmly.

She gasped as I entered her and started thrusting back at me strongly, matching my movements. I placed my palms near her asshole and placed my thumb on it, and after a while inserted it, but not too deep. I loved watching girl's assholes - pictures and porn were my only experience so far. And now this woman was letting me do it.

"Oh oh! It hurts a bit," she said, and reached back and pushed my hand away from her ass hole. I let it go.

I turned her back to a conventional, missionary position. My cock felt a mile long, and a foot thick. I was nowhere near finishing. I took us to the brink and back many times. We were drenched in sweat. It was dripping from my face and hair on to her face and nose and mouth, but she did not complain. She held onto my waist with both her hands and accepted the punishment I was meeting out to her.

I was like an animal, ramming my body into her relentlessly and ferociously. She only grunted and smiled as she saw me struggling with the pleasure it was giving me. Oh the joy and pain of fucking.

"Oh God! Don't stop. Don't stoooop. Please... I am commmmming," she wailed as her body convulsed. She rose and arched her back and went rigid as a steel beam for about five seconds. She then shuddered in that position a few more times. The fingers on one hand were clenched around my forearm in a death squeeze. The other hand clenched the sheets on the bed. Finally, she collapsed back on the bed with a guttural groan.

"Oh...my... god! That... was... awesome." she said, between gasps. "Fuuuuccck."

I waited for her to return to normal. I did not say a single word or make a noise or move. I wanted to see her in her full glory, as carnal pleasures washed over her. Her body rose and fell. She opened her eyes and stared into middle distance, and then focussed on me as I smiled at her.

I wasn't done yet. I wanted to try one more position before stopping. I lifted her legs up and grabbed them at the back of her knees and pushed them back down so her knees were near her ears. Without a break or warning I plowed mercilessly into her. I extended my legs back and supported myself of my toes and pummeled into her.

"Oww. Oww. Oww," she cried out. "God. God. Fucking god. Yes, Yes, YES!"

For once I could hear myself grunting in unison with her. "Oh fuck! I want this. I want you. I have dreamt about this for a loooong timmmme," I screamed softly.

Suddenly I reached the point of no return. I let go of her legs and she gasped in relief. But I did not relent. I was about to cum, and I wanted to pound her as I came. I hugged her tight and raised my body and battered and hammered her savagely, repeatedly until my final release.

"Oh, I am going to come. I am going to finish. Ah, Ah, Fuck," I growled as I pounded her with searing ferocity.

"Oh yes, yes, come in me. Take it. Take me. Oh! Fuuuuuckkkkk." she let out a long drawn out wail as she felt my dam break.

My thick, swollen, blood engorged cock exploded. Her cunt walls squeezed in response and cuffed it hard for a few seconds and released it as I spurted. I realized I was still thrusting into her with each of my spurts. She could feel each of them and grunted in response. I had not jerked off recently and it showed. My release was excruciatingly painful. My spurts were long, intense and exquisite. I counted at least ten. After the last one, I collapsed on her.

"Oh. Sweet god, Motherfucker," was all I could say.

We were gasping for breath. She put her palm on my cheek and turned my face towards her. Still gasping and gulping for air, she said, "Wow. That... was...amazing!!"

I laughed. I stayed like that for what seemed like an eternity, until our breaths became regular. Then she again placed her hand on shoulders and pushed. I lifted my head and looked at her.

"You OK? Now it's time you got off of me, You are heavy," she giggled.

"OK," I said, reluctantly. She gasped as I pulled my swollen head out of her cunt. She looked down without shame or guilt. The condom was drenched and slick with her juices and some of the thick liquid dripped on her thighs as I rose and pulled away from her.

"Heeey," she giggled once more.

I cleaned myself and went back to her bed. After her turn, she came back and lay down next to me and we lay there for a while. Both of us were contemplating on what just happened and how we were going to deal with it. We were silent for a very, very long time.

This was unchartered territory for me. "Should I go back to my room?" I asked, after about five minutes.

"What? Why? Do you want to?"

"I don't know," I shrugged. "This all seems so strange to me. I don't know what people do."

"How should I know!" she snapped.

Both of us were quiet again for a while. I think the reality was sinking in for her real fast.

"Hey, Vikas?" she started, in a whisper. "This has never happened to me before. I am scared."

"Meghna," I said. "This is my first time as well. Do you believe me?"

She looked at me, skeptically and shook her head, not believing me and still thinking about herself,. "Don't think bad of me. I am not that kind of woman. Please." And then the tears came. "I am scared. Afraid. I don't know what came over me. I am sorry."

"Hey. Nothing happened. No one died. We are two adults here. Come on."

"No, you don't understand," she sobbed. "You are a man. This is OK for you. Not for me. This is a mistake. This cannot happen again. I can't let it happen again," she cried in dismay. "Oh god. No, please."

Women. What a transformation from a consenting, active sexual partner to this? Where was the confident and calm women I knew and befriended? What the hell happened here? Did she think I forced her? Did I? No way! It was understandable. I could really believe this was the first time for her. But, what about me? It's not as if I had done this before. No. This truly was the first time I had sex with someone after my marriage.

"OK," I said. "For what it's worth, this has not happened to me either. This is my first time. Believe it or not. In fact, I am as afraid as you are. Maybe it doesn't show. Maybe it doesn't seem that way to you. But it really is. OK? This will not happen again, right? Now please stop. You are making it worse."

"Sorry," she sniffled into a tissue. "How could this happen? The scary part is, I wasn't even stopping you. Look at me, a married woman with kids and family, giving no thought to being in a hotel room with another man. It felt, it feels normal. I am scared, but not scared at the same time. What is happening to me?"

I thought it best to leave this question unanswered. She continued sobbing. Damn! I was in the same boat. I was in a trance as I walked up to her room, only one thought in my mind. Wanting it to happen, wanting to see this thing through. Wanting to fuck her, not thinking of the consequences. And god! I wish she wouldn't bring our families into the conversation.

After what seemed an eternity, she propped herself on the pillows and looked at me. "OK. We are two adults. What happened was consensual. No one forced anyone. This is a one time thing. We read about it in books, see it on TV and movies. It happened to us. That's it. No more of this. We will not talk about this anymore. This far and no further. As they say, 'What happened here, stays here'. Deal?"

"Of course. What do you think I'd do? Go brag about this to everyone?"

"Well. Men are pigs, you know. I hardly know you?"

I looked at her wide eyed, "What the.."

"Truly. Do we really know each other? Like I said, we spent more time talking today than we did in the last two years combined. Right?"

"Fine," I said. "But do you believe me when I say this has never happened to me either."

"It's tough to believe anything about anyone, you know."

I just shook my head, "So should I leave?"

"No," she shook her head. "Stay. I trust you. I know you'll do what is right. You know we both love our fam.."

I cut her short, "Let's not even talk about our family's now..."

She stared at me for a few seconds, then picked up and arranged her pillows distractedly, turned away from me and lay down.

I lay awake for a while. Then got up, put on my boxers and walked to the windows. I pulled back the thick curtains, and boy, was she right! The view was great from up here. I stood next to the window for a while, watching planes land and takeoff from the airport nearby.

I remembered that each of these rooms had a minibar. I opened the small fridge and picked out one of those plastic wine bottles. I unscrewed the top and lay back down on the bed to drink it.

She wasn't sleeping after all. She heard me, and turned around and said, "Is that wine? I will have one."

"Yeah?" I said, and got one for her. She propped herself again on the pillows. We drank in silence.

After a few minutes, she looked at me with those beautiful, black eyes. My heart skipped a beat once more.

"What?" I asked.

"Nothing," she said. "Actually, how long have you wanted to do this?"

"With you?"

"Uh huh"

"Not sure. Maybe today, after the Jazz thing"

"Never in the last two years we have known each other?"

"Don't think so," I lied.

"Lair. Do you remember last summer when you came home to fix the fence?"

She continued after I nodded, "Not that time? Really? You were ready to jump me. No?"

I laughed, "No. I wouldn't have. I didn't have the guts. I don't...Well I did fantasize about you, I confess and me but nothing beyond that. I was...am a coward when it comes to this."

"But you just did..."

"WE did," I said and looked at her.

"Well, OK. We did."

"Yeah, not sure what happened or how. All I wanted was to spend some time with you. That's why I arranged that tour. I just wanted to have some good memories.I wanted to store beautiful images of you in my mind. Don't ask why."

She tilted her head, and said, "I know WHY. Men are pigs. What happened then? Why did you want to come to my room? Why the sex? Why did we fuck?"

"You are asking 'What triggered all this?' Don't know. Something you said, maybe. Or the way you looked at me, or the whole atmosphere, you know. When will be be alone, just the two of us away from our fam.."

"So it could have been any woman with you?" she said, then added for appropriateness, "Or any man with me? I guess that is fate."

"I don't believe in fate. You shape your own destiny," I replied.

"Well, we CERTAINLY did!"

I wanted to ask her if she ever had thought of me in this way. But I ventured another question that was on my mind for quite sometime now.

"Hey, how did you know when to text me, I mean, after my dinner? What if I was still downstairs? What if I had missed it? None of this might have happened. Mighty lucky, I guess."

When she did not respond, I turned and looked at her. She looked at me, and it appeared she was trying to keep a straight face. "What?" I asked.

Then her face broke into a sly smile, and I sensed something naughty in her. Then I realized what she might have done. "Oh, you were waiting downstairs somewhere. You saw me go up, then. Yes?"

She giggled, and she bent forward on the bed, and said, "Guilty as charged. I made up some excuse and was waiting with a few colleagues of mine in the lobby. Yeah, mighty, mighty, lucky I saw you."

So i was not just me. She had an inclination for this as well. I suddenly felt better. I turned on the TV on mute and we watched some infomercial, neither of us talking.

Then I asked, "Did you ever think of me, during the days, you know..."

She cut me off, "Stop. I am not talking about that anymore."

And at some point both of us must have dozed off.

I got up with a start when the alarm went off on my watch. I got up and for a few seconds could not fathom where I was. Then everything came back to me. I looked around at Meghna sleeping peacefully. We hadn't even touched each other in our sleep. I went to the bathroom and took a leak and came back and lay down. I had a few more hours before I needed to get ready.

The noise woke her and she got up and went to the bathroom and I heard the toilet flush after a while. Then she came back and lay down to sleep some more. Before closing her eyes, she opened them briefly, looked and smiled at me.

Mothefucker! I had a boner! After all that discussion, I still didn't learn. Well, men are pigs. I couldn't help it. Last night was wonderful. Even if I tried to push it out of my mind, my body was not responding. My cock grew stiff as a pole. I had to move and rearrange myself to try and hide. I pushed my hand down my boxers and rearranged my cock. I inadvertently pulled the foreskin off of the tip and I felt a trace amount of precum on my finger.

I lay there for a while but my erection did not subside. I guess she couldn't go back to sleep either. Did she also have horny thoughts on her mind, now? She tossed and turned this way and that. The covers came off of her and I could see her ass with the PJ tightly stretched across it, I couldn't control myself anymore. I decided to go to the bathroom and wash my face, to see if it helped calm me down. I opened the faucet and splashed cold water on my face once, twice. I wiped my face with a fresh towel and when I uncovered it, I started as I saw her reflection in the mirror next to mine.

"Hey!" I said.

"You OK?" she asked, tilting her head in the cute way she did. Looking at her still damp, black, shiny curls framing her glowing face, and her attentive, captivating, welcoming eyes in the mirror made my cock respond instantly.

"Uh-uh. Yeah," I said and walked past her.

She reached out and turned the faucet on but then looked up as I stayed in the bathroom. She held my eyes for a moment. And then a little while longer. And she understood.

"No, Vikas. We talked about it. That's it."

"OK," I said, dejected. I was hoping for one more time with her. But as I turned to go, she put her hand on my arm.

"OK? Are you OK?"

I didn't know where I got the guts to say, "No. Not exactly," and I stared into her eyes hoping she'd get my message.

She looked at me and in those few seconds she melted. I realized she was caught in two minds herself.

"No," she whispered, half heartedly.

She did not push me back when I reached out and pressed her to me. She could feel the thickness of my cock against her thighs. She was motionless for a few seconds. Then she kept her eyes locked on me as she reached into my boxers and felt my thick dick. Her hand was cold from the water but my penis was warm and straining to break free. Both of us gasped at the contact. She pulled my boxers down and I kicked them away. She reached around my waist for support with her other hand, and continued stroking my cock. It was as simple as that.

I moved her aside a little so we could see ourselves in the mirror. I looked at her reflection. Her eyes had a softness that I could not see last night. She looked at me, then at the reflection in the mirror of her fisting and stroking my cock. I could see my dark purple head on her palm appear and disappear as her hand pumped my throbbing, hot, dick. She was biting her lips. She was gasping and groaning with every stroke. It was erotic and arousing beyond compare.

"Oh god!" she said, staring wide eyed at my huge cock, as her hand felt its thickness, its veins and its warmth. Suddenly I oozed a bit of precum from the tip. She flicked it with her finger and spread it on the swollen, glistening, purple head.

I put my hands on her butt and massaged her cheeks. I felt the familiar panties and hard muscles and squeezed. I ran my hand down her ass crack and cupped her mound from behind. She sighed and moaned softly. The smell emanating from my cock and our bodies, and the still lingering after sex-scent from last night was overpowering. It was the sensual, seductive aroma of sex.

She suddenly took her hands away from my cock and said,"Come to bed."

"What? You sure?"

"Come on before I change my mind!" she hissed, and ran to the bed.

I threw the covers off the bed when I reached it. She had her hands out to take me, and I hugged her and kissed her mouth, crushing mine against hers. She responded immediately by opening her mouth and allowing my tongue to tease and play hers.

She pushed me away gently and held the sides of her shirt in each hand and unfastened the buttons. I had not seen her breasts clearly in the night, but now I could see they were small, rounded and firm. Her areolae were also small. Her breathing was labored, Her chest rose and fell and I could see her nipples were stiff. She gasped as I reached out and squeezed one, and sucked and nibbled at the nipple of the other.

"Oh! Not so hard. Oww, you are biting!"

But she cupped her breasts and kneaded them herself as she fed them to me. I put my spit on them and licked her breasts. She reached down and pulled her PJ bottom and panties off. I stopped her like I did last night, and removed only her bottom first. I wanted to see her panties cupping her mound and ass cheeks. I placed my hand between her thighs and felt the moisture. I bent down and kissed her mound through her panties and all the scent and smells from last night came rushing back. I turned her around and saw that her panties had ridden all the way into her ass crack. I pulled each side out with my fingers. I kissed and licked her ass cheeks. I ventured to the area of her asshole and place a light kiss on it.

"Hey..," she whispered. "Careful now."

I rose backup and she turned and lay on her back. This time she was looking at me as I pulled by boxers down. I did not think she saw my cock in all its glory last night. Her eyes widened in surprise and my thick dick jerked out of my boxers and as I fisted it and stroked it instinctively.

"God!" she said in surprise.

I reached and took a condom pack, ripped the wrapper and took it out. She watched me as I rolled the condom over the glistening purple head of my cock. She raised her butt and pulled her panties down. And spread her legs for me.

Is there anything more arousing and erotic and stimulating as a woman opening her legs for you? To allow you to feast your eyes on her most intimate parts. To let you use your eyes, hands, mouth and cock on her secret and private areas?

This was fantastic. My eyes went immediately to her mound as her parted her legs. Reflexively, she put a hand over her vagina to cover it. I lifted her hand away and bent down to kiss her cunt. She had a lot of hair there, but I could clearly see the dark line of her vagina, the darker area of her hole, and a little above, the light pink nub of her clit. I bent down to kiss her cunt hole, and the scent was overpowering and intoxicating. I moved up a little and kissed her clit. She shuddered.

"Oh! Vikas. Stop now! Come on," she took a hold on my head and pulled me up.

"Shit, Meghna. I am going to fuck you again. Take me in!" I hissed.

"OK. OK. Take me. Come here," she reached out and held my cock and guided it into her cunt.

She was not as sloppy as she was last night, and I had to push a little to get my head inside her hole. She gasped, "Slow..oww." I had to press more, and after a slight resistance I was able to enter her completely. It seemed as if my entire cock was engulfed by her cunt. As I moved to reposition myself I could feel her juices flowing and I knew things will be easier.

I took it slow this time. I know I was like an animal last night, but I wanted to show her I could be gentle as well. I thrust slowly in and out of her. She understood what I was doing.

"OK. That is good. Take it slow. Do me slow. Yes," she gasped.

I went to the edge and stopped. And after a few minutes break, I started again. I repeated the process a number of times. I did not want to finish, and she did not rush me. Her hands were on my face and she looked into my eyes as I fucked her. My thrusts were long and smooth and slow.

Her breaths matched mine. We were gasping and blowing our desire on each other. We were quickly drenched in sweat. The scent from our bodies was a potent elixir. It was, simply put, the scent of sex, the aroma of carnal desire. It was titillating, dirty and obscene. But it was good. It was soo good. We wanted more of it.

During one of the breaks she said, "Wait," and she kind of tried to push me off her.

"What?" I asked.

"Let me get on top. I want to be ..."

"Really? OK," I said. I rose and pulled my thick, swollen cock out of her.

She gasped at this, "Ahh, god you are so big!"

I lay back down and waited to see what she was going to do. To tell you the truth, my wife and I had never tried this position. She was not inclined to be that active during se and let me do all the work. But this, this was new.

She straddled my torso. She lifted herself up, took a look down and grabbed my cock.

"Man, you are an animal, so big. Fuck!" she said, as she slipped down on my cock. My eyes were locked on what she was doing. I had only seen this in movies, and had fantasized about this and now I was experiencing this.

I looked up at her, but she had her eyes closed. Her face was contorted in an expression of pure pleasure. Her palms were on my pecs, holding firmly as she lifted and dropped. My hands cupped her ass cheeks and my fingers dug into them. I was in seventh heaven. This position opened up new sensations and feeling in me, in my cock and balls. I let her pump for a few minutes and when I thought I was about to finish, I said, "Stop, stop. For a bit."

"OK," she stopped and opened her eyes and looked at me. It was like she did not notice me. "Okay. Tell me when," she gasped, and she lay down on me.

I pushed her ass up when I felt I was ready and she rode me again. And stopped as we reached the edge. We repeated the process many, many times.

She climaxed again during this session. It was sudden and I was not prepared. She just increased her pace for a while, pressed one hand on my chest for support and put her other hand between us. I could feel her massaging her clit. She shuddered and stopped, and her whole body convulsed. She let out a soft primal scream.

"Ohhh gaaaawd. Oooh my god!" she hissed, shook her head from side to side, her body became taut and stiff as a flagpole and suddenly relaxed, and then she collapsed on me, gasping, panting and moaning. "Oooh, fuck..fuck..maaa. Geeeeez!"

I let her lie quietly on me, and then I said, "Turn around."

She lifted her head and asked,"What?"

"Turn around and ride me." I wanted to see her ass and asshole while we did it.

"Really?"

I nodded. "Come on!" I implored. She rose and turned around, lifted her torso. She put her hand down and held my thick cock and slid her body down on it. I stared at her cunt from behind as her outer lips spread wide to receive and direct it. I held her waist, then cupped her ass cheeks. I then did what I always wanted to do. I spread her ass cheeks and took a load of her asshole.

A female asshole always fascinated me. That was one thing I looked forward to seeing in porn and in pictures. Especially a woman's asshole as she is being rammed in the missionary position, with her legs up high and spread wide. But this position was as good too. Her asshole was very dark, darker than her body, and puckered and covered with hair around it. I let my thumb graze it lightly.

She knew what I was doing and turned around as much as she could and said, "What are you doing?" but did not stop her slow pumping on my cock. I held my thumb in place and felt her asshole kissing it repeatedly as she went up and down,

"Oh. Oh. Oh!" she said, and flopped down. Her head fell on my feet. Her thick cunt lips were still grasping and covering my thick, veiny, slimy cock. I could see the thick white juices trickling down from inside her and sliding on my shaft. Her ass cheeks spread even more and I had a glorious view of her spread asshole, dark on the outside but delightfully pink inside. A few hairs were tucked inside as well. Absolutely magnificent!

"God, this is good. Enough. Enough," she said as she raised herself off me and flopped on the bed. But I wasn't done. I had not come yet. I lifted her leg and parted them. I rose and inserted my still distended cock into her.

"Fuck! You are such an animal," she gasped, as she put her hand to her face. She covered her eyes so as to not see me. I did not increase my pace. I continued my slow thrusts into her. I continued like this for about a hundred thrusts. And suddenly I wanted to come.

"I am going to finish. Oh, here It is!" I cried out.

"OK. Yes. Do it. Come in me. Do it now!," she panted and huffed.

I positioned myself for this. I stopped and grabbed her head and kissed her, open-mouthed. She was startled, but she opened her mouth and gave me her tongue. I then placed my hand roughly on her tits and held them like reins as I started to ride her. I raised my torso and rode her strongly and slowly. My mouth was on crushing her, my hands were holding and kneading each of her breasts for support, and my cock was going in and out of her in long, exquisite and slow, firm thrusts. But I could not maintain my slow pace as I neared the finish. I heard myself grunting and growling at her as I increased the force and frequency of my thrusts. I rammed and plowed into her in a frenzy. She pushed my face away and looked at me. Her mouth was twisted in pleasure and pain, panting and grunting in response. But she welcomed my relentless slamming without any complaints.

"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Motherfucker. Shit!" she hissed through gritted teeth.

I cock exploded. I finally spurted into her. "Oh! Mother's cunt!" I screamed softly as I ejaculated multiple times into her. I know she felt my cock pulsing against the walls of her cunt with each of my spurts. This was one of the best reasons to cum inside a woman. The feel of the cunt as it sheathed my cock as it fought to break free of the hold.

She held my arms tightly, her thighs were holding me in a vise like grip. After what seemed like ten minutes our breathing subsided. Our bodies stopped heaving and I rested on her silently.

"That was awesome. Amazing. Oh ...My ... God! Thanks, Meghna. Thank you so much! Thank you, Thank you..Thank you ...Thank you!" I managed to say, as I gasped.

She too was gasping and panting. I lay on top of her until our breathing calmed down. She then said,"Uff, ok, my, you are heavy."

I took this as a sign to get off her. As usual, she gasped (just like my wife always did) as I pulled my cock out of her cunt. She still refused to look at me. She turned her head away and shielded her eyes using her forearm.

We lay like that, next to each other for a few minutes. Thinking about what just happened. Both of us conflicted, she more than me. I wanted to make it better for both of us. So I bent down to kiss her, but she turned further away and put a pillow over her head, as if to hide from me.

"You are a fucking machine, you know! How do you do it?" she whispered in anger and disgust.

"Hey," I started to say, but she cut me short.

"What?"

"Are you okay? Are we good?" I asked.

"Good? Yes, we are good. But Vikas, no more, please!"

""What? I thought you..."

"Fine. Fine. OK. Yes, it was me this time. I'm sorry. Not again, Ever. Promise me. Please!"

"OK, sure. I promise. Never again. But, Meghna, why..we .. you.." I found it difficult to put my thoughts into words.

"Vikas, no buts. There can be NO WE. Please understand. Now will you please leave? I want to be alone. Oh god! I need to think. Oh geez..." she sobbed, without turning towards me.

"OK. OK. I will," I said.

I picked up my boxers and walked into the bathroom. I washed myself quickly and went back to the bedroom. One look at her told me all was not well. She was still lying down with her back to me. Her body was shaking as she sobbed into her pillow. I quietly slipped out the door.​