Glancing at her husband, providing the perfunctory kiss he expected, she watched as he continued about getting ready for dinner, insisting she have a seat.<br/><br/>Lana allowed herself to be served, enjoying the attention Chris was giving her.  His attentions were not something she got a lot of these days.  Or maybe his attentions were not what she craved so much lately.  Feeling a blush crossing her face as she briefly thought of the night before, she quickly focused herself back to him, and the questions he was asking.<br/><br/>She didn’t appreciate his finding her going out with the girls amusing, even though that’s not really what she did, or where she was.  She wondered what he’d think if she told him what really happened?  How would he feel knowing someone else fucked her, hard, and couldn’t get enough of her?  So much that he wanted her more, pressing her to tell Chris she needed “extra studying.”<br/><br/>Once again reining herself in, giving herself a mental shake, she took a breath as she prepared to address Chris’ questions.  She needed to tread carefully, lying to her husband wasn’t something she was completely confident in.  Yet.<br/><br/>“Last night was great!  The girl’s and I get along really well, despite our age difference.  I think it was around midnight when I got in and I didn’t want to wake you.”  Lana left all of that sink in while he devoured his food, his head nodding as he listened.  She stalled a bit by taking a few bites herself, not wanting to bombard him with so much information, or seem overly excited about what she was about to say.<br/><br/>“Oh, and something the girls and I were discussing.  Steve….I mean, Professor Stonewall suggested a few of us would benefit from some extra studying.  I just wanted to run that by you before I just said yes.  He has access to the building whenever he needs it, so he would just have ‘pop-up’ classes whenever he had free time.  Is that ok with you?”<br/><br/>Lana was surprised how easily the lies flowed from her mouth.  She was getting good at this, and she wasn't sure whether to be proud or ashamed.