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.