“Are you saying you would not mind me having sex with someone else?” “In some ways I don’t like the idea but if I have to share you then I wil.... I live in the real world, I am more or less twice your age and married, eventually you will move on and I will not or could not stand in your way. I had difficulty swallowing and a nauseous fear rose from the pit of my stomach. I forced myself to continue. “Since we visited that sex shop I think you will agree our relationship has evolved to new. I decide it’s a good time to pour myself a drink, so I go straight for the vodka on the rocks and polish off a double as the limo glides through traffic. The streets outside start looking a little shabbier and less “Vegas glam” and we even pass a few girls on the corner dressed similar to me. Oh shit, I think, he can’t be thinking of putting me out on a street corner dressed like this! Does he really want me to turn some random tricks?? The thought terrifies me, but my pussy gets wet anyway. My. Her students failed to comprehend her mood and that was not surprising as they failed to comprehend many things. Most of them looked apprehensive. Sandra, a New Zealander who’d taught English in several international schools for ex-pats, mostly American, had been head-hunted by an exclusive girl’s school in Boston to fill a difficult to fill post — a teacher of Victorian literature — and had accepted the post because American residency privileges came with the position. She’d met the two-year. If I wasn’t running late I might’ve taken matters into my own hands, so to speak. It was just as well that I didn’t. I knew what would be waiting for me at the office. I looked at my watch as I parked my car. Wow – I made it with a couple of minutes to spare! After I got out I glanced down at my crotch to see if I had any tell-tale spots. No. Whew! Thank goodness for small favors. As I walked towards the building I felt the wetness inside my boxers and wondered if it would eventually show on.