Half my age, she is stunning.
Her seduction doesn’t shout, it whispers. Deliberate, insistent want.
On the park bench in the dark, her brown-skinned, dress-clad body sits erect, her full breasts untethered and stiff-tipped.
Insistent, our mouths tango, moans harmonize.
Deliberate, her fingers caress my thigh. Traveling, they garner stiff immediacy.
“Mr. J, you are the sexiest teacher at this college. And I want you. Now. Here.” She grips my groin, as her legs sigh open. Insistent, fragrant sex glistens in the moonlight.
Deliberate whispering in my ear. “Fucking is…destiny!”
I sigh in surrender.
She is my wife after all.
