With the safety net of Sue’s love for me, hearing Sue’s clear and emphatic confirmation of how much Francis was much bigger and much better than m... gave me a sinking feeling. Matched by a stiffening cock. Go figure.“Is that what you wanted to here, sweetheart? Was it? Is that what you wanted to hear? That your sweet wife enjoyed sex and making love with a far superior lover. With a far superior man.”Sue knew the answer to the question. She knew the answer from conversations we’d shared two. In a group of clever people, Emma stood out as clever. When she wanted to be a modern bluestocking –conversation about econometrics, baggy clothes, metal rimmed glasses with small circular lenses - she could be. But there was also something sensual about her. She had an attractive face without trying to be attractive, and a shape that most heterosexual men think feminine: curves full breasts and a bottom you imagine handling. She also had a great sense of humour and was happy to talk about. A few of them had done the same a few days ago. I had passed. The committee approved my thesis, and I was going to graduate. Three years of hard work and I was finally getting my Master’s degree. Better yet, they had invited me to stay at the university and teach as an associate professor. My career was basically set, at least for the foreseeable future. ‘Congratulations,’ someone said. I looked up and saw Milton leaning on the wall of my cubicle. There was a smile on his face, one I didn’t. I put my weight on her back as I reached around and ran my hand over her neck up to her chin. Then I felt it, her muscles tensed, I could feel both feet lift along my legs and her back arching under me. She was squeezing against my fingers and then it was like she had been tasered. Her legs began to shake and back arched more; I could feel her hands clenching tighter against my belly. Her whole weight was on the work surface with the weight of my body stopping her falling.The hand on her chin,.