My husband was already in his 60s. It wasn't until two years into our marriage that I discovered his son was my first love.   That night, my husband fell asleep before I was satisfied. I went downstairs for a drink to take the edge off, only to run into his son.   He cornered me against the wall and offered to finish what his father had started.

My boyfriend and I agreed to meet in the laboratory. Eagerly, he pinned me against the wall and kissed me, but between gasps, he called out my rival's name. In the darkness, I realized the voice actually belonged to my advisor. Terrified of being penalized, I didn't dare say a word. I could only let his hands wander over my body, caressing and teasing me...