I needed relief. I breathed a sigh of relief as the curtainwas drawn and the applause erupted. Finally. It's over. Let's go home andget this done. No ...uch luck. Gerald wanted a night-cap. I reluctantlyplayed along as the agreeable female companion by saying in my high-pitched voice, "Yes that would be wonderful!"We spent an hour at a classy high-end bar as he basically just told mestories about himself as a nodded, smiled; the occasional giggle at hischeesy jokes when appropriate. Luckily there. Love making, sexually teasing, licking and sucking were beyond my imagination and experience as we are from a very conservative business family. We have spoken more business than love and intimate love. For us, sex is just a biological act to get baby. Also, I am not sure if my husband was getting pleasure but for me, it was no pleasure for sure. Our sexual act was mechanical than emotional love. He hardly used to lift my garments up above my waist, throat his dick, give few jerks, release his. There was an article about a judge who had been caught out doing just that, someone who had died before the date of the offence, but somehow the fact that he had got caught didn't really register with either of them. Just bad luck he chose someone who was dead.It had sounded so clever at the time, and Janet had made it sound so easy, and so safe! "People do it all the time," Janet had insisted. God, Carol thought now, if Janet ever discovered how things have turned out, I would never live it. "That explains it then," I said. "Of course...," Mom said. She hesitated, fretting at her delicious lower lip. Her brown eyes looked away, then back. "Well, I shouldn't tell you this, but we're all adults here." I nodded and gestured for her to continue. My mother lowered her voice to a rather more conspiratorial tone, "It is ironic that Miss Traditional Family Values with the Perfect Marriage to her High School Sweetheart hasn't exactly been monogamous for a long, long time." I raised an.