We used to do sophistication

This, oddly enough, is one of my favourite images of Emma. It could hardly be described as explicitly sexy, but who knows what those eyes are saying behind the shades? The photograph was taken at what turned out to be a difficult time for Emma and me. I had recently retuned to college as a mature student to train as a teacher, leaving Emma as the breadwinner. Very reluctantly, most of my weekends and evenings were spent studying, and Emma felt somewhat neglected. To escape the boredom, every Friday evening she went “out with the girls” - usually to each others’ homes, occasionally to the cinema. As our love-life was temporarily less spontaneous and dynamic - though certainly not on hold - all kind of weird thoughts went through my mind while she was out. Could she be getting fucked elsewhere? I knew she wasn’t, but imagined she might be, if that makes sense. What really confused me at the time was the fact that these doubts really turned me on. Does this strike a chord with anyone, or was I just being weird?