I guess this thread could be a lesson for Cloudburst21 from the "Desperate Housewife" thread, also in this subsection, and teach him and others what happens if you fool around with someone involved with another person. Though on a happier note, this solved some problems for me. Maybe I should begin at the beginning. About a year ago, even before I got to know Frank, I met Steve, another guy who had the pleasure of sharing the bed with me :biggrin1:. Having a fling with him was really riding the cougar cliché to the limit, he was about 20 years my junior, and he is involved with someone else, a girl around his age. His problem, which was what kept him in my bed partly, was that she refused to have sex with him, even though they were a committed couple. I didn't mind so far, obviously he was able to compartmentalize us, and since there was absolutely no danger that I fell for him, or vice versa, I saw no reason to end our sexual fling. Until today. Or last week. Apparently he had a rush of honesty, and I guess he confessed to her, so when I opened the door last night for our date, there wasn't my young stud, but... right, his missus! It wouldn't have been half as embarrassing if I hadn't been fresh out of the shower and dressed only in a bathrobe. And as locked up as missus' thighs were, as hard was the punch that she landed on me, before a wonderful screaming match started, for all my neighbors to hear. It wasn't very pleasant. I've heard that some guys are turned on by the sight of two cats putting their talons into each other in a fight over him, but I don't think my neighbors like it if I exchange pleasantries like "stuck-up girlie bitch" and "sagging old slut" in the staircase. I guess if she had learned how to use a weapon, the exit could have become a messy one, but actually, I just helped her down the stairs and got her out on the sidewalk. However, since I have already been preparing to finalize the thing with my fuckbuddy Steve, I guess this was only the catalyzer.