After our second year of marriage, she asked if it would be alright for her to take some college classes, as she had a lot of extra time on her hands,...once the housework was done for the day. I agreed, and she studied, of all things, design engineering, and, she got her degree. I was so proud of her. One of the things that had always floored me was this. It did not matter what kind of weather it was, or how busy she had been, when I walked in the door at 5:30, supper was on the table and Anne. He just stood staring at me until I knelt in front of him. He might have known something was wrong because he used his hand to feed me his cook. He did that to make sure I took it. I allowed his cock to penetrate my mouth and began to nurse on it like an infant. I sucked him for a while but it was more a chore than an erotic experience. Still I couldn't say no. I felt his cock against the rear of my throat. Again I had to work to keep myself from gagging on it. But I didn't dare gag. It would. -*-She heard the secretary announce that his 10:00 meetingwas here, and heard him request them sent in. She was alittle cramped under the desk, but otherwisecomfortable. The vibrators were beginning to do theirjob and she wished that she could reach down and helpthem. She couldn’t. Her wrists were secured to theunderside of the desk. He got up from the desk, careful to push away beforerising. She heard him greet what sounded like two othermen, and then saw his knees behind the desk again. “I had thought about not mentioning it, but I find it amusing.”“You’ve seen how I dress for teaching!”“Kara, you could wear a burlap sack and eighteen-year-old boys would drool over you! Probably some girls, too!”“But I’m married and have kids!” she protested.“So, you’re Mrs. Robinson!” I laughed. “Or the friend’s mom they’d want to fuck!”“Like Trudy Spencer?” Kara smirked.“Yes, like Trudy Spencer! But I refrained. Barely. But I think that proves the point, don’t you?”“Yes. You didn’t do it.