My name is Laurel Mortimer and I am a 27 year old wife to my much older husband, Roger Mortimer. Roger is 54 years old and was my former French professor. About 8 years ago, when I was 19 I went abroad to Paris as part of a summer class with Roger and a group of students. During this trip, I began an affair, with Roger, who was currently married, and we fell in love. Roger soon left his wife and we were married the next year. I dropped out of college and Roger has been supporting me ever since.
Roger and I used to have amazing sex. We would fuck every chance we got: at home, at the college, at parties, it didn't matter. He would mount me on almost any surface. We were trying to get pregnant, Roger desperately wanted a baby, and in his mid-forties he was motivated to have children immediately. Unfortunately, we couldn't conceive. After countless fertility appointments, it was determined that I would never bear children. At this point Roger lost interest in me sexually and our relationship has turned into that of roommates.
I was still very attracted to Roger. Now, at 54 he still had a full head of hair, but the hair had turned silver. I loved it. Soft silver locks outlined his temples and glistened in the sun. He has daring green eyes, serious eyes that made me feel safe and protected. He kept in good shape and his body was lean. His penis especially attracted me. It was very large, about 9 inches long when erect and was always eager for attention.
When Roger stopped having sex with me, and believe me I tried to get him interested, I immediately suspected he was having an affair. This was easy for me to believe since I had been his other woman before. His need for sex in the beginning of the relationship also supported my suspicion. How could a man so sex crazed not have a sexual outlet?
I decided to do some investigating to find out whether or not Roger was cheating on me. In an effort to stay fit, Roger would play tennis after class with some of the other foreign language professors. I, did not care for the sport, and attended zumba class instead while Roger played. I wondered if Roger was really playing tennis or if his exercise was coming with pleasure.
One Tuesday afternoon, around 4pm, I decided to stay home instead of going to my usual zumba class. I was convinced if Roger was having an affair, he would bring his mistress to our house, especially since he had brought me here when his wife lived here. I hid upstairs in the office next to our bedroom to see if I would catch my husband in the act.
Around 4:15pm, I heard voices, one of them Roger's and one of them was another voice, but I couldn't identify the voice. I waited in anticipation as a pair of feet climbed the stairs and went into the bedroom.
"Oh baby, I am so glad you are here. I am so horny and I need you baby," Roger moaned.
