“What about boners?” she couldn’t help asking herself as she pulled down the shades. Could a guy get expelled for popping a chubby? Ginger was a...kind-hearted woman, the last thing she wanted was to be responsible for getting someone else in trouble. But it could happen. She could imagine it. There she would be, bending down to pick a daisy, her moist pink snatch just peaking insouciantly out beneath her peachy soft bum cheeks, when, all of a sudden - “B-O-I-N-G! B-O-I-N-G! B-O-I-N-G!. “Waiting at home? So, let me think, you meet your lover and he takes you to a hotel, you have sex, then you tell hubby the details when you get home. Is that it?” she asked.“Umm.” Now I was in a quandary. Should I tell her or not?“Something like that,” I said, trying desperately to think of a way out.She inched closer, “Tell me more?” as she put her arm around my shoulders.“Let me guess… you call him from the room as the guy is fucking you.” She emphasised fucking. “And let him listen.”She. I dropped to my knees and sucked him to completion, swallowing his searing load and then licking my lips savoring his sweet boy juice. I remember thinking that he was now spraying more cum then when I first met him.Normally, Benny would drop to his knees and suck me off too…but today, he said, “let’s get out and go to the bedroom”. I didn’t think much of it, if he didn’t suck me then, I am sure he would at some time through the day. We dried each other off, and stepped into the bedroom still. Once I entered my office, I closed the window blinds that faced the chair that he liked to fuck me in, and removed my skirt. I walked into the private bathroom in my office, and inspected my skirt while standing in my panties, stockings and blouse. I ran the water in the bathroom sink and located the stain he so graciously pointed out to me earlier at the meeting. The trainer's semen had dried near the hem of my skirt and had most likely landed there while it was hiked around my waist. I.