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I wasn't sure what had shocked me more - the fact that one of my students had exposed himself to me like that, or the fact that every time I closed my eyes all I could see was his gigantic dick leering at me. So yes, wine seemed like a good way to try to forget about it all.

I was halfway through my second glass when Tony got home. Three years of being a couple meant he knew the signs of when I had things on my mind, even if he lacked the emotional maturity to want to sit down and talk to me. Not that there was anyway I could talk to him about what had happened.

So he left me alone to while away my evening, but after I flopped into bed after finishing off the entire bottle suddenly he decided it was time for a bit of me and him time. Different relationships are built on different things; whilst his income gave us a high standard of living, our sex life was less than satisfying. Well, he had a great time and I'm sure he thought he was doing everything right. Such is the attitude of men for whom everything else in life came so easily.

And that night as he pounded away amateurishly with his five inch cock, even more than ever did I feel that my life was missing out on something important. And for once I was actually pleased it didn't take long for him to finish, after which the wine took me straight to sleep.

I've never understood why, but drinking wine has always lead to me having incredibly vivid dreams. And that night was definitely no exception.