He knew she knew. “Uhhh… Hi honey,” he said, tentatively, “what’s wrong.”“What’s wrong?!?” she shouted. “What’s wrong is that la...t night I opened the garage door to get some FUCKING batteries and instead I saw my husband getting a FUCKING blowjob from the neighbor! That’s what’s wrong, John.” She spat his name out with disgust.John dropped his briefcase and rushed to her, dropping to his knees. “Oh shit, honey, I’m so sorry! It was an accident! It was…I mean… SHIT.”“Yeah, shit,” she said. “Fuck. She gave a low moan of pleasure as my fingers briefly caressed the hard button of her clitoris. My hand returned to her breasts.‘You’re not wearing any bra, are you?’ I asked her objectively.She put on a little girl face and shook her head.I slowly unbuttoned her shirt, one button at a time, prolonging the pleasure. Then, using my tongue, I traced a moist path in between her breasts. I pushed aside the shirt to reveal her two perfect breasts, the nipples small and hard at their centres. I took. My own private joke tomorrow at when I taught my college students.The idea set my mind alight with eager anticipation for the rest of the evening. When I laid down beside my husband, I felt this horny itch inside of me, but I didn't let him know about my needs. I didn't check to see if he was feeling horny. I knew he could do something about my itch, it just didn't feel right. It was like I needed something else to scratch it. I struggled to sleep, my mind filled with strange images. Collars.. As she cleaned, she stretched and reached to get at the higher shelves. The markings of her arousal came into full view. Deborah, however, was oblivious. Dusting had muted her demanding sexual urges. They were no longer at a fevered pitch but were instead now at a comfortable background pitch. It was just enough to keep sex on the mind, but not enough to keep her from her rounds.The boys shook their heads in disbelief. Vic couldn't resist, "When was the last time a nerd like you dusted,.