That night Anna and I had our best sex ever, her husband was out and I kept one eye open hoping he would not show up. I have never had such an orgasm, I began to wonder if the days activities had primed the pump. However I knew that deep inside Anna was the prime force in my newly found sexual arousal. Anna leaned her head on my chest after the fact and coo' d like a pidgeon. I was in such a quandary, I loved this woman like I had always dreamed of and yet I was sharing her apparently with half the world. I wondered if I should just get on a plane and head home where everything was dull but made sense.
Still having her head on me and feeling her soft breath on my skin and her breast resting against me, took that idea away, like a sheet of paper in the wind.We fell asleep and her husband showed up late in the night, so I did my go pee routine then off to the sofa.
The next day was Saturday and we all shared breakfast together, I was finally officially introduced to her husband Bernard. He was slim, well built and had scruffy whiskers everywhere, I was doing my best to be polite and bear in mind that Anna was his wife and by no means mine. Anna and I did the dishes and talked, and after awhile Bernard, kissed Anna and announced he was heading out to work on a project.
Anna began picking up the apartment, and dusting. I joined in and we had a time of silence before I could not take it anymore.
"Anna, I have been living with you since I arrived, it must be getting tedious, having me around all the time." I held my dust rag in mid air, lost in concentration.
Anna put her rag down, and came to face me, "Are you unhappy here?" She asked.
"No of course not, oh my God no, I am just feeling like I am in the way of your life."