“I’m, uh, not really.”“I can see that. You still have your clothes on.”“What?”“My husband has been gone for almost a minute and you s...ill have your clothes on.”“You want me to strip?” he asked in amazement. “Just like that?”“It’s part of the audition-slash-test drive. Yes. You should strip.”Jake unbuttoned his shirt and removed it. He shed his T-shirt and then attacked the fastenings of his trousers. He stopped, sat down, removed his shoes and sock, then stood and dropped his trousers to. To be honest, I wanted to. I'm just too much of a wimp because I know it's going to hurt. "Why don't we pull over on the way home and have a little fun?" he whispered. I could feel his hand on my thigh and going up my skirt. I moaned, feeling my panties getting wetter by the minute. "We better hurry then before my mum wonders where I am," I said. Grinning like the cat who got the cream, he opened my door for me and a slid in. It didn't take long for him to start the car and start driving. He. Just short of a half hour into his walk Mack is heading down the street on his way back to the house. He’s on the opposite side of the road and a couple of hundred metres from the house when he hears a sound that freezes his blood and makes him dive for the ground: metal snapping under tension. The sound is followed by a clang when a piece of metal hits something, a loud clunk, and a groan. Mack jumps to his feet and races back a few metres to look into the driveway he just passed. He gulps on. We met in college, dated off and on, and eventually married after a few years out. It wasnt until we were thirty, two years ago, that we learned that he was sterile and unable to have children. He knew it was hard for me, and after several rounds of IVF, we settled with the reality of the situation. I loved James more than anything, but after that, we were never the same. We had never been what you might call super sexual, I mean we had sex, but not the hot and wild sex you hear about people.