"Fuck me, now, here on the floor," she whispered. She had never liked me to use the f-word and always resisted me fucking her anywhere but on the bed.... We sat up on the floor. I started to get up to get a condom (we used them, very successfully, for birth control) but she said, "No, fuck me now. Fuck me, you horny stud. I want your naked and hot cock in me now." She was almost shouting, but in the hungry sexual way of a woman overheated by sexual lust. She was then lying on the floor on her back. When finally the tightness in her leg began to ease, Alie laid back weeping on the bed. However, her tears were not just from the agonizing pain but also from her memory of the night before.Alie's eyes moved over her surroundings. A small part of her was glad to be home again but most of her mind was berating her for her stupidity.Alie would give anything at that moment to be in Jake's arms. In only a short time he had grown to mean so much to her and she had left him. The pain and. She had given for some in our group one of the early dinner parties. Erika, my wife, and I were invited. Since then, we had met socially a few times more.Whilst Helen was friendly, nothing in her behaviour with me suggested more. She was not a flirt.One evening after class, the group had already left, and I had to clear away a few things in the Language Laboratory; I met Helen in the corridor. She had forgotten her scarf and had to come back, she said. So, we left together, talking, walking out. About 3 months after the wedding, Jake came to live with us in our guest room. He had just broke up with his boyfriend and needed a place to stay. I didn't mind so much, I liked Jake. He was definitely the bull in the relationship, "the giver," I could tell. So for the most part, he was pretty masculine. He liked sports and action movies, and beer, and seemed pretty much like a regular guy. He just liked men, so whatever. One night my wife told me she had unknowingly walked in on Jake jerking.