I made a mental note to try later then got busy and forgot all about it.It was six-thirty when I left my office and headed for home. I turned onto my ...street at seven-ten and saw a man I didn't know at my front door. It opened, Jesse leaned out and kissed him and he went inside. I drove by the house without stopping. My mind was in turmoil as I made a U-turn at the end of the block and then pulled over and parked. I didn't know what to do. Maybe there was a simple explanation for what I had. The frenzy continued for a minute or so then there was silence, I crept back to bed and waited for her to return, contemplating the thought that I had just encouraged my girlfriend to fuck another man in our own home. Minutes ticked by and still no sign of her and I had the sinking feeling that she had fallen asleep then a murmur, a whisper, then sucking sounds. And it was clear that what had gone before was just a warm-up, I got of the bed with the intention of going in there and watching, but. My best friend is sliding his hand into my wifes top and is playing with her breasts right in front of me. And what am I doing about it? Im planning to put my hand in her knickers and drive her crazy before taking them off her. Is there something wrong with this picture? Or was it always simply inevitable that we would all wind up doing this? Beer wrestles with my concience and wins hands down. I rub her between her legs through the silk and can feel her soak the thin material. She has one. There was a knock at the front door. I thought perhaps it was the postman delivering a parcel I was waiting for. I got up and made my way to the door, tying my dressing gown around me to hide my boxer shorts. I opened the door a got a real surprise.“Hi sir, remember me?” a young girl beamed at me giggling, “It’s Kimberley.”“Uh… hi,” I mumbled.Kimberley Warren had been a student of mine at my previous school. I had worked at a local regular mixed comprehensive school for six years, before moving.