t’s been a few years since I met Karla, my wife’s aunt. I still remember that second date with my now-wife. She took me to her home for a family celebration. Karla was in her mid-40s then. I was in my early 20s. She was the life of the party, a beautiful soul with a beautiful smile and a contagious laugh.

Karla was divorced, had 2 wonderful kids, and ran a successful business. Petite, curvy, and absolutely cute is how I would describe Karla. Needless to say, I was impressed by her since the first time we met.

Three years later, I married my wife. Things remained normal during this time, but whenever I was around Karla, we seemed to flirt quite a bit. She would give me a specially long hug whenever we saw each other and would always compliment me, telling me (whispering in my ear) how good I smelled. I would give her a little nudge on the ribs, a tickle, and enjoyed feeling her squirm and laugh whenever I did.

One day my wife called me. Karla was moving to a smaller place after her youngest went off to college. Karla had hired a moving company, and they cancelled on her at the last minute. I offered to help, rented a moving van, and went off to help Karla. Mind you, I had no plans of doing anything with Karla, no thoughts, no ideas even though I found her very attractive.