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Click hereLater in the evenings, Martha tended to read a book, and I would go into my office and either read or spend time working on my computer, or surfing the 'net. OK, OK, if I got bored, I'd play some of the games, too.
In other words, Martha and I didn't spend a lot of time really interacting with each other. It seemed to be fine with her, and I wasn't going to bother complaining about the lack of intimate contact anymore.
Despite my not teaching any classes on Fridays, I did keep at office hours by appointment, or students could drop in if I was there.
That Friday a student dropped by, an older student with red hair, to discuss educational discipline with me. That sexy vixen, Stephanie.
"Mark, you are doing really well in the dance class. I'm impressed — in fact, all of those young girls are impressed too," she was laughing now, teasing me, trying to make me blush again.
"Steph, none of them hold a candle to you in the elegance and grace department," I told her.
This time she blushed, and when a red-head blushes it's a sight to behold.
"You are a silver-tongued devil, Mark," she replied, pleased by the compliment.
She continued,
"Did you hear Bob talk to us about how important practice was? How for every hour of instruction we should practice at least an hour on our own?"
"I most certainly did," I agreed, nodding.
"Well?" she asked, tilting her head slightly to the side.
"Well what?" I asked back, anticipating her answer.
"Do you have anything scheduled for this afternoon?" she shot back at me.
"No, not that I can think of," I pretended to look carefully at my desktop calendar.
"Stop that right now, you old tease. You know what I want," she chided me.
"I don't know. You need the right music, you need a place to practice, you need a partner..." I was resisting the inevitable now.
Steph reached into her handbag and pulled out a familiar CD, the one Bob used for our class.
"Got the music. Bought it this morning. Got a room," at which point she held up a key to a classroom, and then she pointed across the desk at me, "and I got a partner. No more excuses."
What could I say; she had me pinned down through a process of elimination.
A short walk across campus to one of the rooms with a floor for dancing, and a CD player, and we spent the next two hours engaged in what was becoming for me, one of the most pleasurable and sensual activities that two people can do, short of messing around.
We had left the door open, to allow the air to circulate. As we were finishing, to our surprise, someone started clapping.
There was Bob Williamson, our instructor, standing in the doorway, with a huge smile on his face.
"At least some of my students listen in class," he said, laughing, giving Steph a wink, as he turned and walked towards his office.
I really like the development between these two people
You write really well 5 stars
I don't think the MC is cheating. He heard his wife say, when she had no idea he overheard her, say, she wished he'd get is animal needs filled elsewhere. In real point of fact she could not care less about him as a husband, which, to her, he no longer is, or even as a person she has any real affection at all. SHE has clearly divorced him.
Normally I'd burn the partner for infidelity but, in this case, he's struggling to find a way out to a new life. Would it be ethically better to just bail? Yes. But 30 years carries tremendous inertia. Also, he now realizes that his marriage is dead. Again, morally, if he were stronger, he should just bite the bullet and bail. At this point, though, he's still foundering to find a new, separate, sense of self; moving from the marriage of "us" to "there's just me now and I've got to keep moving". There is a fascinating parallel here between his friends loss of her husband, and how she struggled with that loss, and had to rebuild her life, and what the MC is going through.
This story, I feel, would be much better served, to severely curtail the graphic sex scenes. I would include them but perhaps limit them to 30% of the verbiage used.
This a STORY about a middle aged man trying to come to terms with a situation not of his making. Let's see where the author takes us
You lost me at the massage parlor. Cheating is cheating no matter if his wife is not interested. Divorce her first.
Still great and well developed, but you turned the wimp into a cheater. No double standard here and no excuses, he's cheating in her. Physically with the asian and emotionally with Stephanie. He should lay his cards on the table and had a heartfelt talk with his wife BEFORE doing what he's doing. You presented a good case for him, but going behind your partner's back is cheating in my book.
Did not comment on nor rate Pt 1, but am getting into it. The tension is building with his frustration at home and his questionable (this is literotica) ways of dealing with it -- withdrawing from wife, "massage," Stephanie.
Skip/scanned some of Christmas ritual, menus, technical job info, etc that not further plot.
Wonderful use of conversation, not just telling, to further story.
Paul in Oklahoma
The rehash in the beginning is both annoying and completely unnecessary, at first I thought I had clicked the wrong chapter.
Any more than a few lines to recap is just padding the word count.
Thanks for this delightful read, Mr. Scriptor.
DHL
The wife will wake up at some point and be confused -