When I was at the grocery store two weeks ago, I ran into George, an old college friend of mine. We walked around talking catching up and he was flirt...ng with me a little. I told him that I was married and he said he was single, he said he would love to have some drinks and catch up with the old times. We exchanged numbers and he texted me that night. You were working so we decided to meet up at a bar. George was waiting inside when I got there. He stood up to hug me and I felt his bulge. "I smiled at her and said, "No."She looked confused until I said, "You can get your robe out of the office. This is your bedroom."She stared at me and her eyes became teary. Two hours later we left the bedroom and made breakfast. We never left the apartment that Sunday, and barely left the bed—we couldn't get enough of each other.I will never forget the next three months of my life; it was a roller coaster of selling, sex, and relationship growth.I only sold now and she handled all installation. Everything went quiet again on the Hubert front. It was summer term – my last term at school before university. I was studying a bit, moping around a lot and listening to music like it was about to be banned completely.One Saturday night I went to a gig. Three local bands at the oh-so-cool Ex-Servicemen’s Club. The first lot, Plan W, were terrible, with an incompetent guitarist and a half-hearted girl singer who had lyric sheets on a music stand and wasn’t sexy enough to inspire a fantasy even. Jane was giving Ben’s cock a good rub through his clothes. We were soon home and in the house. We went straight through to the main bedroom. I was told to sit in the arm chair in the corner. Jane sat on the bed looking fucking hot. She beckoned Ben over to her. He was a bit unsure of himself now he was in our house.“Have you ever eaten mature pussy Ben?” Jane asked.“No” was the answer, barely audible.“Well here’s your chance, let’s see how you get on” was her response.With that, Jane opened.