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 Even when she got home Rachel could not get Carl from her mind.  Her
husband was 7 years her junior and her friends teased her as a cradle
snatcher for that, expecially given she was in teaching.  They had one
child, but Rachel wanted to concentrate on her career, and it had worked
with her becoming Head Teacher at the relatively young age of 38.  Their
son was now 4, enabling them to start working on rebuilding their sex life
now bedtimes were more back to normal.  But could they ever be normal after
this.

   Her husband, John, pushed into her, condom on as she requested.  God she
was wet, and he slid in completely with some force.

   As he started to thrust Rachel could just see Carl in her mind.  His
taut stance, his lean body, his arrogance, his attitude.  She held John's
back tightly.  Could she really do this?  Could she really imagine a boy of
14 fucking her while her husband made love - Oh god yes she could.

   She needed more.  "Carl" she silently voiced.  Oh yes "Carl", again
mounthing silently and pushing her hips forward in synch with her husbands
thrusting.  Getting the message is quickened his pace, thrusting ever
harder.  He was an athletic man, strong and muscular.  His grunting picked
up as he increased speed to please his wife.  "Carl" she whispered - oh, my
god she actually said it aloud, hidden by the grunting.  The realisation of
this left her body falling to shudders as an orgasm rolled over her in
waves.  She rolled away her back to her husband as he disposed of the
condom.  He reached out his arm as he got back into bed but she remained
facing away and silent.  A smile playing around her mouth.  Carl very much
in her mind.