The Teacher Wife: Fiona and Andrew

This audiobook is narrated by a digital voice.

I looked back from the door I was holding open, to my underwear was on the floor. I had pulled up the top of my dress but still had buttons open to my waist. I was absolutely on fire internally. The need was in my belly. It had to be filled by a man. Nothing else would do. I had told my husband what I had needed to tell him. I have always been able to manipulate our conversations and get him to think the way I want. I’d never used my superior intellect in that way before.

Right now, I don’t care, I just need a man.

I walked out to the landing rail and looked down at where my young colleague was roomed. There was a light on, but I didn’t think he was there. I had no idea what I was going to say to him, but I headed for the stairs anyway.

I’ll just put my arms round him and see what he does.

I made it halfway down the stairs when a door opened behind me and a tall, heavily built man walked out and stopped still looking at me blankly.

I covered my mouth with a hand. I had stopped and stared back up at him.

He was looking me over, his eyes going down and back up my body. He was in boxer shorts and a business shirt. There was a bulge in front of his shorts, the shape poking significantly at the thin white fabric. I walked back up the stairs, mesmerised by sight of exactly what I needed.

He gulped. “Um, hey..”

“Hey,” I echoed and stopped in front of him. I looked down at his shorts. I gulped too, I was literally salivating.

He frowned and his face was etched in anguish. “I’m married.”

I nodded, slipping my hand into his. “Me too.”