I was in heaven. Then Saturday afternoon she came on to me and this time wanted to be fucked doggy style. That was so “out there” compared to ever...thing that had happened in our marriage so far. I smelled a rat. What was going on? I knew she didn’t drink or take drugs. I decided she must be having an affair and her sudden sexual interest was some sort of guilt trip. If she made out with me she was saying sorry without actually saying it. I had to know. But I didn’t accuse her. I had to find out. Plus, mats could be put across the front for some rough and tumble. I just had to get Jen up to speed quickly and do some practice runs.I went back to the office and sent my night partner on patrol around the roads and the parking lots that were next to the college. I wanted the tag numbers of every car that was on the property without a parking permit.While he was gone I pulled up the folder and reviewed the rape reports again, then cross-referenced the three that were still students here. I. I turned to face her in the cab of the truck. “Do you like your new sexy clothes?”“Yes they make me feel all grown up.”“Are they sexy enough for you? Do they make you feel sexy?”“Yes I feel very sexy in them.”“Good I had hoped you would. You are a very sexy young woman and I want you to always feel that way with me.”As I spoke this next sentence, I reached over and brushed the back of my fingers against the nipple pressing against the inside of her dress. It was the juncture that could send me. Did he mean now? Right here? In the theater with everyone looking on? Well, she thought, why not?She remembered her teenage years in the back seats of cars, sitting on boys' laps, skirts up and panties down, humping away. It would be a little more crowded here, what with the seats and all, but she knew she could do it. Kind of like a lap dance but with full penetration.She squeezed down, kneeling in front of him, took hold of the waistband of his panties and pulled them down along with his.