"So a pole dancer?" He asked and I began to get paranoid. "Yep. Just a drinking, dancing, fucking pole dancer." I said, grabbing my note pad I'd put o...to his desk. "Prove it." He grinned and I glanced up at him. He walked over to the other side of the room, shutting the doors, closing the blinds and looked over his shoulder at me. His smile made him look like he was eighteen, for he was in his twenties, quite young for a teacher. I put my notepad down and he grabbed my waist, bringing my close. " "Yeah, mom... about that..." "Don't worry about it, Kyle," I assured him. "You guys have been together for a long time now. I can't say I was shocked. No big deal." He didn't look convinced, and seemed to be searching for the right thing to say. I didn't wait for him. "Just try not to be so loud," I said with a smirk as I placed my coffee mug on the counter. Kyle's mouth was hanging open as I headed for the door. "I'll be in the shower. I have a few errands to run this morning, but I'll be. Masturbation, oral sex, and even anal can be waved away as nothing more than an indiscretion, but a penis pumping large amounts of erectoplasm into a married woman’s vagina is adultery no matter what religion you belong to. And the night was perfect for adultery. A proper corruption required it, and I had little doubt Mandy was eager to fully indulge in her fall from grace. Still, I wanted it to be an experience impossible to forget. When the corporeal pleasures of sin replace the mind-forged. She’d met him online after she discovered the password to her husband’s gaming account, and they’d hit it off immediately. A few phone calls later and she’d learned to have a Pavlov’s dog response to the thick European accent, he sparked something in her that she’d never felt before, something that made her heart beat faster in her chest, and her toes curl in her shoes. Waiting until her husband’s car made it’s way around the corner, Alvah quickly made her way upstairs and found her tight.