At first, she was reluctant, not because she wasn't aroused by****************************************************************************************...*****************the idea, but she thought she might get into the habit and slip up sometime with her husband, who is conservative.``````````Now, she takes the chance. ``````````"Hey, he never makes me climax, anyway, hardly ever, so how's he gonna know?" she said one day.``````````"He sounds more like your father than your husband," I. “I don’t imagine you’ll encounter any resistance.”He never does, my not so secret lover. It used to take no time at all after my husband had left before I was on the phone to my secret lover, letting him know I was ready for him. Now, my husband is simply handing me over to him. Never in my wildest dreams could I imagine this happening.Mark enters the room holding the tripod and camcorder. He stands the tripod so that the camera points diagonally at the bed. “Good evening, kinky Catherine,” he. It lasted for perhaps a minute, but it felt like ages. The best of ages.He lifted me and sat me on his lap, my thighs straddling his. He continued kissing me while rubbing and holding me by the small of my back- my point of no return. I wanted nothing more than to make love to this man, which was my intention.He put his hands at the bottom of my blouse, almost asking for permission to take it off. I granted him permission by nodding into our kiss. I returned the favor by taking off his shirt.. . Oh forget about it.” I sat down, acting dejected and half the lunchroom was laughing.Ellen was smiling at me and came around, plopping herself in my lap.“Cheer up, champ! If I had to pick anyone in the world to not sleep with right this very moment, you would be first on my list.”I perked up for a second, then tilted my head as if considering it. “Hey ... wait a minute!”The laughter seemed to get even louder and, when Ellen kissed me on the cheek, applause broke out.When things calmed down a.