Just as soon as I processed all that, she turned away, ass facing me, bent over the desk, and lifted her skirt up. She seemed to have caught my shocke... face.“What, want a written invitation? You know I could write a ten page one if I wanted to.” Ms. Ochell giggled. I blinked, grinned, and practically ran up to her. “Oh wow…Ms. Ochell …” I grinned, getting an eyeful of her ass. She rolled her eyes.“Call me Stephanie. I don’t want to be reminded I’m banging my student.” She told me. Just the way. Just try to be a little more diplomatic about it the next time you call a Major an asshole. You should have kept your mouth shut, and called for me to handle it. You know I would have covered your back Sarge." I know that Cap, but I was so drunk I couldn't see the ground, let alone have any rational thoughts. Now if the lecture is over I want to go back to my hooch and nurse my hangover then get some chow when I feel I won't puke it up." Not just yet Sarge, this is Bert Casey and he wants to. I was even permitted to breathe a peck on her lips. After we had met a couple of times in the next weeks we had found back to our old comfortable ways with each other. I hadn’t found a way into her bed though, more than a few modest kisses while saying hello and goodbye weren’t in it for me. Meanwhile I was sharp as a razor when I thought about her. ‘I have discovered a dance hall,’ I offered, at the end of my patience, ‘everything like it was in the early seventies, will, you come with me. It got to around 11.30pm before I received the first message from my wife. As per usual her Mum had taken it too the extreme and was completely wasted. By 12.30 they were in a taxi on the way home to ours. Just what I needed, a drunken MIL getting in the way.So basically for as long as we have been together our sex life has been great, no complaints. But as soon as my wife gets out for the evening, no natter how many drinks she has or doesn’t have she turns into the biggest slut you’ve ever.