”“Oh great, so that’s me put in my place, though actually, I have no evidence of your expertise. Maybe I should check with Julie.”“Tough for...you isn’t it, suddenly you find out that your wife knows more about sex than you do. Maybe you should stick to fucking the apprentice for a while.”“Is that an offer?”“It depends.”“On what?”“If I get the job as the apprentice, and if the boss says yes.”Julie watching the video chuckled to herself. “I bet she knew I’d listen.”As the recording played Julie. It's always an adventure to go to my kitchen with no clothes on. My apartment is really no more than two rooms, one on top of the other, with a spiral staircase running three floors up near the front opening of the house. My kitchen, living room and balcony are on 'my first floor' (second floor of the house) and my bedroom and bathroom are on the next floor up (third floor). So, when you go out to the kitchen you're really going where anyone coming into the building could look up the stairwell. Without waiting for an answer, she climbed out of bed and, naked, left the bedroom. I heard her go downstairs and hoped Toby didn’t come out of his room. She returned with her overlarge purse and pawed through it. Her hands came up holding what looked sort of like a weird dildo and a strap-on harness.“Did you run into Toby?” I asked.“No, no one, he must really be into whatever he’s doing. Or sleeping.”I’d never been fucked by a woman wearing a strap-on. I guessed that was about to change and I. . and this cock ... so damn much!”“If you want more, I’m happy to give it, as long as you want it, though you’ll have to do it in a motel room ... Joanna kicked me out of the house! I don’t mind ... I was so done with her that it wasn’t funny! I answered your text, she saw it, and she literally forced me out at gunpoint, holding her father’s rusty shotgun ... It might not even fire, but I wasn’t taking any chances, plus, I was eager to be with you! It’s over between us. I’m filing for a divorce.