I tried to tell myself it was all a fabrication of my own addled mind as I tried to find a comfortable position on the couch. The television was on, b...t it was just background noise to me. I turned the sound up, trying to drown out my own bitter thoughts, but it didn't help. I flipped through the stations, hoping for a good Bogart or Cagney movie to lose myself in, but no luck there, either.I got up and rummaged through the kitchen cabinets, but nothing sounded good. What I was looking for. I was instantly hard this really was floating my boat, I think I felt a little ashamed but I couldn’t help it, it was just so erotic here was my wife with my encouragement encouraging a man old enough to be her father to be intimate with her. My brain was racing I just had to know what had happened.Rosie suggested we get ourselves comfortable and relaxed and she promised I would enjoy her new experience. “well darling I wore this to work today because after the last time I knew he we would be. You try to shake those thoughts away, because you know you could get in big trouble for them, fired, or even arrested for taking advantage of your authority.The Characters:Rosie: This girl is one of those goths or emo's or whatever they're calling it these days. She has green eyes and dark brown, almost black hair, with the tips dyed bright pink. Her hair often falls over her right eye, hiding part of her face. Rosie has pale white skin, is 5'3", with a curvy figure. She usually wears tight. I lower my eyes to the sink. Grabbing a hand towel lying nearby, Ben offers to help. His hands are dirty, and with feigned exasperation I grab the hand towel and replace it with the tea towel I would have used (why don’t men understand the difference between a hand towel and a tea towel? There’s something very worrying about my Ben-fantasies, a large portion of them involves me mothering him!). We settle into a routine, me washing, him making a half-hearted attempt at drying before putting them.