John was treated to a view of his wife wearing her sexiest outfit. Which of course is her skin. And she was posing like crazy for him. She strutted...around in front of him, holding her breasts up. Then lifting a leg to display her already glistening pussy. Then she turned and offered her ass to him, and again a full view of her wet cunt. If John hadn’t been gagged he’d have been howling. She put her ass right in his face, within inches, teasing him. I know he could smell her. I watched. I said in a sad voice"Rubbers suck. Can't feel a damned thing” He answered.I took a deep breath before I even offered the alternative."I guess, if you like it, I could suck it but ..." Yeah. But ... I really do prefer to fuck you, Anita" He said smiling. "There is one thing we could do." He said but he did not sound confident."Anything," I said."Have you ever been butt fucked?" he asked. Oh, no!" I said quickly, enjoying my own lies. "That's disgusting!" It really isn't," he whispered."I enjoy. I certainly don't want you to do anything to draw attention."Chris stayed busy for the following weeks. He made friends with the guys who lived on the same floor in his dorm. His schoolwork didn't seem much harder than what he had encountered in high school. He had been worried that his instructors might be arrogant and condescending, but they proved to be normal people who seemed to like their jobs.However, there was one professor who was kind of an oddball. He taught Chris' history course.. “Neither do I ... really, Rann -- but what about Mom and Dad? Do we tell them? Do we tell anybody? Oh ... Rann, this would be such a difficult secret to keep from them.” She said now holding me tight and practically sobbing in my arms. “We couldn’t kiss or hold hands in front of them, or in public. I don’t know what to do about this?”“I think I have a solution, Carol.”Then I explained to her my idea of her living with me while going to SFU, and maybe me getting a larger apartment with three.