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dance, football
practice for Junior, and soccer for Celeste. Mark and I made every
attempt to wrap up work early on Wednesdays so that we could
participate in their activities. Mark handled sports, since I was
kind of banned when I ran onto the football field after watching my
son get sacked by four boys. I handled the music lessons after Mark
fell asleep at Mr. Jacob’s house, snoring so loudly that he threw
the kids off key. I went home that day with a clear mind and
conscience but feeling a bit more randy.
    Once dinner was served, the kids were done
with homework, and comfortably watching a movie in the family room
I pulled my husband up to our master bedroom.
    “Ooh E, what has gotten into you?” He asked
as I freed him greedily from his slacks. “Never mind sweetheart you
do not have to answer that.”
    I gladly dropped to my knees taking every
inch of my husband into my mouth. He moaned his appreciation for my
skills as I continued to greedily have my way with him. I knew that
he would eventually pull me away and take me aggressively. When he
did so I was ready to explode into a million pieces. It was so
intense I found my legs shaking so violently I could barely stand
as he took me up against the wall of our bedroom. The slip of his
hand around my neck with some moderate pressure was my complete
undoing. It served to be his as well. Mark noisily followed as his
own orgasm ripped through him. We collapsed in a heap onto our
carpeted bedroom floor. I was so content that I started to fall
asleep almost immediately. Thankfully my husband managed to get me
to the bed where I slept soundly for several hours. I awoke in the
night to ravish him once more before finally settling into REM
sleep.
    Because of our trust pack made many years
ago, he never questioned my extreme horniness. I was grateful, as I
had no plausible explanation. I was not into women period. I was
under the philosophy that if I was gay, I wasn’t even going to tell
myself. Surely I was just lusting for my husband and it manifested
when I saw a beautiful woman. I can appreciate beautiful women
without being considered gay, right? It didn’t matter the emotion
had passed. I was back to myself the next time I laid eyes on Miss
Nicole. I gratefully did not stutter or loose my train of thought.
Her ethereal beauty was jarring but I maintained my composure. We
even had a semi decent conversation about what I actually cannot
recall. After a month of this back and forth, which ended with me
going home, to rip the clothes off my husband, I finally had a
breakdown.
    “Mark sweetheart can I talk to you for a
minute,” I asked as he watched a football game one Sunday.
Initially he thought it would be a conversation that could take
place during the game but when he saw the look of panic on my face
he cut the television off.
    “What’s the matter Eva? Is everything okay
with the kids? With you?” He asked in rapid succession with a look
of worry permeating his handsome features.
    “The kids are fine. I am having this weird
internal struggle. I do not even know how to say this.” I paused to
gather my words carefully.
    “You want a divorce.” His voice was almost
three octaves higher than normal when he spoke. I vehemently shook
my head as I continued to work up the courage to say what was
troubling me. The look of relaxation on my husband’s face almost
shut down the conversation.
    “I am having an issue with Sabrina’s dance
teacher, Miss Nicole,” I said softly.
    “Ok do we need to find Sabrina a new dance
teacher?” He asked as his body settled down to his previous relaxed
state.
    “Um no she is a great teacher. I am having a
very odd reaction to her.” I explained as I wrung my hands out. I
just didn’t know how to explain how I was feeling.
    “Did she say something untoward?” I could see
he was fighting hard not to laugh considering I was serious. I
couldn’t fight my emotions anymore as the tears began to flow
freely. “Eva, please tell