And if Mary’s fantasy was good enough or strong enough, she would come home at the end of the day and put her arms around me and ask, “ Would you ...ike a massage?” I had learned early in our marriage that it would be very foolish of me to refuse that offer since the end results were always very satisfying sex. I suppose I could get upset that I knew she was fantasying about someone else as we would make love. Some people might even consider it to be ‘mental adultery’. But that didn’t bother me. I closed my eyes. “Jimmy will do. Is this turning you on, Ed?”“Yes. How about you, Pat?”“Okay, maybe a little.”Ed kissed my cheek, “Oh, Miss. Holland. I never thought my teacher would do something like this with me. Do you really like boys, Miss? Holland?”I kept my eyes closed as I responded, “Yes, Jimmy. I like nice boys like you; I think you are a handsome young man. Is this your first time with a woman or a girl Jimmy?”“Yes, Miss Holland. I’m not sure what I am supposed to do.”“Come up here. I am fine with you working with her. I am fine with you being friends, but don’t climb into bed with me smelling like her and then expect me to sit across from her at a formal function and keep my food down. I don’t want to see photos of you holding her whether it’s innocent or not. I don’t want to feel like second best when she calls our house knowing it feels like a dagger in my heart…’ Tears rolled down her cheeks as she finished up. Again, I had no idea what to say. I damn sure wasn’t going. The driver takes my suitcase and DeSean ushers me into the back seat. His arm d****d over my shoulders and holding me close next to him."You ready for the weekend in Vegas, Kat?" he asks."It's a business trip so it's Kathy." What did you tell your husband you were doing?"The driver looks back at me from the rear view mirror. I am sure he thinks I am cheating on my husband and of course he would be right. DeSeans hand that is d****d over me brushes my nipple and immediately it springs to life..