And I didn't want any confrontation with Cathy.I could tell from Cathy's face that she knew exactly what I was thinking of. Should I come out with it?...y deliberations were interrupted by the doorbell. The three workmen from the home gym place had come to deliver and install the equipment for our torture-chamber. I felt relief that Helen would now have to dedicate herself to instructing the workmen where to put everything.Cathy and I watched the laborers carry the equipment into our former. I walked and stood in front of her. Her face near my pants zip.Me: “How many times have I imagined you and me in this bed”Smita: “I know…me too..”Me: “Stripped, spanked, spitted, torn….”Smita bent a bit on the bed with support from her hand “Wow..nice imagination… I would love to be done all that in this bed..”I bend on her and kissed her lips. Then parting “When will your kids be home”Smita kissing me passionately “Not before 6. and hubby is away for entire month”My hands were going all over. Legs spread, a blush was creeping across her chest and between her beautiful breasts, her eyes seemed to be having trouble figuring what to look at first or where to focus. I crawled from the foot of the bed straight between her spread thighs; her vulva was a little moist even by sight but was yet in it's unopened state. I'll have to do something about that. I looked up into her glazed eyes and said as calmly as I was able, "There is something I have wanted to do from the time you bent over in. .. he wanted to spend time with me! Oh, Bob, I felt like I had no other choice! You had shut me out of your life, you didn't hardly say 5 words to me in a day!" Tears welled up in her eyes, and she looked so pitiful, I almost felt sorry for her.Almost felt sorry for her, that is. I recalled my 24 hour shifts, and my challenges in the job I took to support my family. I did, indeed, recall the weekends "with the girls", and that I encouraged them simply because I had wanted her to be happy, to.