‘Wine?’ I asked and he shook his head. ‘I don’t think we should drink. I’d prefer to not feel like I’m taking advantage of a drunken woman...’ He boldly stated. I let out a small, almost inaudible gasp and blushed, that familiar feeling creeping its way into the pit of my stomach and traveling back down to my pussy. I could feel the dampness, there was no denying it, and he smirked at me, like he knew. I nodded and stood there. I never had this feeling before. I was always so sure of myself in. Their eyes met for the briefest of moments, but it was enough.After closing the door behind her, Wendy leaned against it and sighed. In a fraction of a second, her idyllic new life had crashed on the rocks. If she hadn’t seen it with her own eyes, she would have never believed Charlotte would cheat on her husband. She couldn’t imagine why, either. Her neighbor had nothing but praise for her husband, both in and out of the bedroom.She was still reeling when the doorbell rang.In a panic, she. He agreed to the meet. Fuck was I excited. After some more back and forth, I found he was the President of Sales for a local company down in the city. From what I understand, he has a pretty large office.Driving home, I was filled with excitement. Mentally going through my wardrobe, I started manifest what I was going to wear tomorrow...As my alarm went off the next morning, by morning I mean noon, I started going through my wardrobe to find the adequate outfit to wear for my 'Interview' today.. I settled on one who had a nice little cabin "in the middle of the woods" who was (so his post said) 51. We conversed via e-mail a little bit and I found out that he was a teacher; A teacher I suspected that I knew..."So what school you teach at?" I asked him."I teach at so-and-so High School." He replied."That's so funny! I'm a student at so-and-so High School. What subject do you teach?"It was a long wait before I heard back. Finally, he told me that he could not reveal his identity until I.