It was more than just the taboo of infidelity Wendy knew, it was the sexual power she held over that man. She was in total control of his pleasure in ...hat moment, and she loved it. The intense eye contact they shared confirmed Michael understood it too. She squeezes her breasts with the memory, rolling her nipples in a tight pinch. The aroma of aloe and white tea from the body wash that slicks her palms flavours the steam in the shower cubicle. It’s a relaxing scent, and Wendy drifts back into. I can't remember his name so I shall refer to him as "Bob". He played the euphonium, was excused boots, was working his ticket, and belonged to the 80th Entry, although none of that necessarily made him a bad person. I asked him if he knew where I could get a cornet, and Bob said to leave it to him. True to his word about a week later he turned up with a beautiful gleaming brass cornet."Five quid to you, Jack, and I'll include music lessons."Now £5 was a hefty sum of money in the mid 1950's but. Needless to say, I had missed her a lot.It had only been a week, but it had seemed more like a month since we had last fucked. Wendy had been away at her mother's, helping with spring cleaning as she had been promising to do for months. Because of work, I had stayed home, watching the house in the evenings and getting hornier by the minute. I know it sounds funny, but I actually craved sex with my wife, even more than usual. My mind was racing like a pent-up newlywed's all week long, straining. "Great, now my wife had set herself up as my mother, which I suppose shewas, but it seemed like she'd let the power go to her head. It was thenthat I realised just how much power she had over me. As far as the lawwas concerned, I was under 18 and Julie was my guardian, that meant Iliterally could do nothing without her permission.Worse, if Julie died I'd potentially end up in a foster home. I had tobring this up. "Julie..." What did you call me Amy?" Mums voice was like ice, a clear warningthat.