I fumbled with my locker code, then struggled to remember which class was next. I grabbed my math books and slammed my locker shut. Another headache s...t in and I leaned back to breathe. It left that quickly and I was able to clear up my mind as best I could. I was in control of my body again and my mind was focusing. I hurried to class…English class. And it was too late to fix my new dilemma. Yeah, my new nicknames were “Blondie”, “airhead”, and the latest, “math geek”. Showing up to English. Yes…. A little. Id replied Is it because I went behind your back? she asked, adding, Or because I have let another guy touch me? I had taken time to think for a moment before answering. A bit of both, I had said. She had continued to stroke her fingers against my stiffening cock. Looking back, I believe it was then my wife took something of a risk. A turn of events which, though neither of us knew at the time, was to change our lives. Are you still angry with me darling? Or is this? she. Her other issue was more of an FYI, that Becky was regularly attending the weekend parties hosted by our swinging corporate management foursome, and had met a very nice local gentleman, and there were rumors it could be ‘serious’. I would have expected this sort of news to shock me and put me back into an emotional panic, but for some reason it just didn’t. Instead there was almost a feeling of relief, I think. I finished off our conversation by telling Marsha about my amusing landlady Gloria. By now Hannah's bra had fallen to the floor and my husband was unzipping her skirt. He was kissing her neck working his way down to her breasts when he removed her white cotton panties. Everyone in the room except Anne looked on in anticipation of what was going to occur. He lay her on the mattress before he removed his clothes and lay down beside her. They kissed again before he worked his way down her body, kissing her all over. He arrived between her legs. She moaned as his tongue licked her.