I am 49 and look average. I work as a senior-executive in a bank.One evening I was alone at home. My wife had gone out. I was just idling and thinking... of going out when the doorbell rang. I went to the door and saw her there, smiling like always. She walked in when I opened the door. She told me that her computer was out of order and that she would like to use mine. I took her to the computer-room, then went to kitchen to get her a drink. After giving her the drink, I came back to the living. I’d been unprofessional in the extreme and Callie was paying the price for my mistake. Fuck! What an idiot!I replayed the conversation with Lucas Smith. Something he’d said bothered me. It took a while before I got it. He’d asked for the microdot and two memory sticks. Two!Pride rushed through me. Trust Callie, the hardheaded, opinionated, stubborn girl that she was, to lie convincingly! Maybe there was hope. I had three.An email icon flashed, drawing my attention to the monitor. I clicked on. Her last orgasm pushed me over the edge, too, and I shot what was left of my exhausted semen supply into her slick innards. I lie down on her, worn out from pleasing this beautiful young lady and quite happy that I could.When my energy started to return, I raised myself and backed up a little, before carrying her back to the bed. We both went right back out and woke again in the darkness. The sound of a plow driving past and spreading salt must have woken us, as we saw his flashing light in. Why? I don't know. Maybe to put a barrier between us and whatever might have been inside? I walked back down the path and through the gate. I didn't bother trying to close the gate."Are you okay?" I asked Beth as she wrapped her arms around me."T-Tommy, what was that?" Just a bird. It must have gotten in through a broken window or something." Oh, God, I've never been so scared." She must have been. I'd never felt her shaking like she was at that moment."Okay, repeat after me, 'I do believe in.