I came back to sleep in our bed in the master bedroom.For the rest of the week, I was able to beg off sex with my wife, using the flu and the body ach...s as an excuse. Soon I was going to be needing to take care of my husbandly duties and urges, although if she was getting it on with a lover, I don’t know what she needed with me.It was five days after I’d been to Dr. Simons that I got the results of the STI tests and I was clean. If she did have a lover, she was keeping it clean. So, it seemed. Calling Horas I led him into the bedroom. Cathy was sitting on the end of the bed. “Horas lick” I said and he immediately slid in between Cathy’s spread thighs and went to work. I could see his cock peeking out of his sheath so there little doubt he was preparing for his next assignment. Cathy rubbed his head and moaned as he feasted on what I had left behind. “Good doggy. Lick my pussy. Good boy” Cathy moaned. I could tell she was wanting more. She seemed to be waiting for my permission. “Get. Uh...um..." I stuttered. Man I was sweating bullets and nervous as hell."It's ok if you are, I'm just curious." Then the bell rang.Phew dodged that bullet. I started to get up and walk to the lunch room when she tugged at my shirt urging me to stay seated. After everyone had left the room, teacher included, she asked me again"So are you a virgin?"I started to stutter again, I looked into her mischievous eyes and saw that she really wanted to know. I was stunned; I froze and didn"t know what to. Around suppertime we had a bite to eat and a couple of drinks, and I took the opportunity to tell her my feelings, and how much I enjoyed making love to her. I poured my heart out to her in a way I'd never done to anyone before. I went on to tell her much I'd enjoyed the weekend in London, how comfortable I felt at the club amongst other lesbians. I reminded her about Margaret's invite to stay with them next time we were in London, and how I'd like to go back up soon. I think talking to her.