I felt a strange mixture of relief and disappointment that Sue was back home for the night, after an evening of love-making with Francis. Relieved bec...use it allowed us some privacy and normalcy as we re-connected. But strangely disappointed, because I was denied the bizarre masochistic pleasure of my wife calling me from the home of another man. Maybe calling me from his bed. A bed they shared, his arm draped around her shoulder as he sat smiling at her side as she chatted with her cuckold. Mistress Lisa smiled at him over her beer. She was thoroughly enjoying herevening, sitting there talking to him. She had always found him to be afascinating and intelligent man when they chatted online, and she was notdisappointed in the reality now that she was sitting there with him.Although he was old enough to be her father, she realized that she wasincredibly attracted to him both as a submissive and as a man. As theytalked, she ran several scenarios in her mind of what she would do. Five months later Stanley went to the editor with a proposal. ‘Cherrington wishes to write a weekly half page interview for the back page of the first section of Saturday’s edition.’ ‘Why?’ ‘Because she wishes to.’ Charlie said Stanley had to do better than that. ‘Okay she wishes to raise her head above the pack and gave me examples of six other newspapers that have back page major interviews.’ ‘That’s better. Are you fucking her?’ ‘Christ Charlie, don’t be insane. She’s just a kid.’ ‘Okay then. For me basically, it comes down to sleeping and fucking longer, which is not that bad if you are over 30 and in a committed relationship, holding 8 to 5 office job. As I was on my way out, the screen of my phone lit revealing the name of the caller. Anna - my girlfriend was calling me, probably to remind me to buy Vodka or something she needs to get her over the evening. She could be out of weed too. Anna had a dark-hair and pale skin. Thin girl with long legs and amazing bell shaped boobs with.