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for a well-earned rest while I bring her off with that. She loves it. My dick lets me know that actually it will have another go, so I shag her quickly and hard while I do some more macho posturing.
    'You. Fucking. Love. This. Don't. You?'
    Now don't get me wrong. We're in our forties, not dead and we have had marathon shagging sessions, just not very often these days. I've always treated her with respect. It’s ridiculous yelling out this bullshit. But look at her. She's come again. I don't remember the last time she came three times in one session. She really does love it.
    We get out of the shower and Dora asks if I fancy an afternoon nap. I really do, but she probably doesn't mean sleep. I say yes but decide I'll stay in the shower for a while longer, have a nice wash and rest my dick for a while.
    When I get to the bed, she's asleep. Thank fuck for that.
    I crawl in beside her and let out a satisfied sigh. Then I turn over and close my eyes. Please don't let her want another shag when we wake up.
    When we awaken, Dora suggests we book into the spa and do the couples session. I check out what she means and it’s sitting in a steam room and having a swim. That I can cope with, so I agree. I call work and let them know I won't be in the rest of the week. To be truthful, I feel rather guilty wagging it but I can hardly ask for holiday straight after sick leave. I just hope I'm not seen by any clients. As a Tax Inspector, I'm sure they'd be only too pleased to exact revenge. Before we go there, Dora goes to the Visitor centre and adds me to our booking. At least I'm getting some benefit from all the money she's spent.
    The couples’ session is relaxing. Dora has booked us into a restaurant after and we enjoy a three-course Italian meal with wine. We both drink a lot more than usual and arrive back at the villa too pissed and relaxed to do anything but sleep.
    Thursday, I fancy a go on the karts. It's fucking brilliant tearing around the course pretending I'm Lewis Hamilton. Then Dora suggests we both go horse riding. I point out the paddles in the stables and she laughs and rolls her eyes. I'll not bother buying one of those then, it didn't seem to appeal, thank God.
    On Friday, it's time for Dora's last scheduled tennis lesson.
    'Do you want to come see me play?'
    'I want to come all right. We'll see about taking that kit off you after the lesson.'
    She giggles like a little girl. I'm not sure how much longer I can take being this Alpha.
    Dora has told me all about Cole and Jackie so I no longer fear meeting him. Instead, I walk over to him, introduce myself and shake his hand. Today I'm dressed in the nearest outfit I could find to Christian Grey’s hoodie and running outfit from that damn film. At least I can move my arms around.
    I watch Dora going through the different training in her lesson and she's really good. She's also got an amazingly fit arse. I'm glad my jogging bottoms are baggy because even though it should be broken given all the action it’s seen over the last few days, my dick has woken up at the sight of Dora picking up a runaway tennis ball.
    From Dora's expression, though, something is annoying her, and I watch as Cole flirts with the other women. She watches him closely and I note the flare of her nostrils. Don't tell me she fancies him after all.
    Lesson over, she says goodbye to Jackie and then thanks Cole. She comes walking over to me, still with that underlying rage.
    'Are you all right?'
    'Listen. If it's okay with you, I need to get something off my chest.'
    She does fancy him. I can't hear it. I can't.
    'Okay?'
    'You don't mind?'
    'What is it?'
    'Just a moment.'
    Cole passes her, and she grabs hold of his arm. For a big bloke, he looks shocked as she spins him around. An angry Dora is a surprisingly strong Dora.
    Oh God. This is where she tells me they've been having an affair and she's leaving me.
    'Cole.'
    'Er yes, Dora.'
    He looks edgy. Yes, you'd better be nervous. Come on, Tim, think of