It would put my wife in a whore's situation. I spent a few days thinking of the details and work involved getting things together. When I thought I ha... a good elevator pitch, I explained it to the wifey. She was reluctant, which I anticipated. I kept selling the idea over the next couple weeks. I used some sales tactics: sending flowers, buying gifts, giving in to her way. Finally persuasion won out. This fantasy was headed for reality.I began searching for a guy to fuck my wife. We are poly. .I..teacher…’ Her voice was slurring like a drunkard’s. ‘Certainly Miss, do continue explaining the Periodic Table,’ I said, fisting her quicker and quicker. Her pussy was mindblowingly wet, and her face was contorted. The drug and her arousal made her too weak to counter my actions. In her hazy mind, she could not make sense of the situation and took my words at face value. ‘Okay..chapter four..unngh, what are you doing…mercury is a liquid metal..ugh..’ She began to grunt like a fool as she. "They don't know where anything is; they don't know what you want; they can last longer than about thirty seconds; and worst of all: they don't care." But Kevin's not a teenager," I defended his unproven sexual prowess. "He's in fourth-year; he's got to be at least twenty-one or two." Doesn't matter," Belinda waved me off. "It's the virgin-factor. They only get better with experience, not age." You understand that I'm not sending him off to Belinda's better-boffer boot-camp, don't you?" I said,. “Miss Carling, I won’t ask you again. You have no further business here. And Miss Jackson has sent word that you’re to remain naked until further notice.” He turns away and begins to put on his shirt, fastening his cuff links. Where does he need to be? The awful thought crosses my mind that another of the girls is waiting outside. Christ. Why are you surprised, Emma? This isn’t playschool. You’re in hooker training. What else did you expect? I don’t know, but I know I didn’t expect to feel.