Well, until Nandini got to know about my sexual activities. After the ‘bastard’ incident a few years ago, she hadn’t even visited us once. Frank...y speaking, all I wanted was another glimpse at those milky white tits of hers.When Maya told me that Nandini wanted me to come down to Lonavala, my mind started playing all sorts of tricks. Also, Nandini was going to be alone, and the whore needed to be fucked at some point. I knew I had some pending leaves in the office.The next day, I carried a box. World Cup. Football. Soccer.No matter what it was called, it meant the same thing to me: no sex.We'd been married for a year, together for three, so I'd never experienced the World Cup during our time as a couple. I'd heard about it and knew it was a big soccer match; or football match if you lived outside the US.It was May thirtieth when he casually remarked, much as if he was discussing the weather and not his number one, recently rekindled obsession, "Oh, I forgot to tell you, the World Cup. ..not important. You can call me Alex. I am a research scientist working for [REDACTED]. We study various things, but the area of research relevant to our story is the field of genetic and biological change. Let me explain. The research into genetic modification had been mandated by President Trampe in order to prove to the world that his orange butt had not conspired with foreign interests against the Unified Society of America. Most people found his antics tiresome and a few found him. I hadn’t seen him in almost a year, and had only talked to him a handful of times in that period. It was wonderful to see him again, so sexy, with his broad shoulders and small waist. He looked to have started working out again too, not that many would have noticed he had ever stopped. His hair still long, a lovely reddish blonde, coarsely cut and straight. He looked wonderful standing there in his black dress pants, with a tight black T-shirt tucked in, the silver buckle on his belt glinting.