Despite resisting a little, she didn’t protest. I could hear her breathing getting heavier.I sensed her sadness while I was walking away but I knew ...t would be too risky to try anything with the sexy teacher in the parking lot.We texted at night. She told me how she felt a little lonely and bored in a new city and asked me if there was anything fun to do during the weekends. I asked her to define fun as there were plenty of options in the city.She sent me an emoji and told me to take charge. I was feeling frustrated and I didn't know what to do and one night my new assistant told me how pretty I looked and it made me feel ... well we ended up having sex in my office." But you're married to me!" I said, my voice sounded pitiful and weak."Yes Honey, but with you I never realized how good sex was. Once I had real sex ... well I can't give it up now. I do love you and I hope you stay with me but I can't give up real sex now."Right then I knew I should pack a bag and go and stay with. When she was finished and everything sparkled, she went to the cabin control panel, picked up the telephone and had a quiet conversation with whoever had picked it up. While she was talking I tried not to look at her, but couldn't help but catch a couple nervous glances in my direction. Clue!I guess whatever was said from 'beyond' was "what she wanted to hear". She had a big smile and hung up the handset. She putzed for a few moments pulling out a few of those pillows they carry and a blanket.. She had parked her chair in it’s usual spot between the bed and the window her desk was under. I picked her up, if not with practised ease at least with some measure of assurance, and set her on the bed, propped up by a pillow so she had a good view of the small TV set on the chest of drawers opposite. I closed the curtains, grabbed the remote and sat down on the bed a measured distance for her. ‘Any preferences?’ I asked, flicking through the TV channels. ‘Lets just see what’s on, I guess.’.