When you work next door to someone for a few years, especially in a small school, you eventually learn a lot about them.  Sherry and I were Social Studies teachers at the same high school.  We'd both started at the school fresh from college.

As the years go by, and we changed subjects, we bounced around from room to room, yet we always stayed in the same hallway.  When I was giving a test, I liked to stand in the open doorway where I was behind the kids. They never really knew where I was, so they couldn't cheat as easy.  The other reason I stood back there is that I could see across the hall directly into Sherry's room.  Sometimes she'd leave her classroom door open and I'd watch her from time to time.  Every now and then, she'd turn and see me watching her and she'd smile.  She's also a really good speaker and I enjoyed listening to her as she lectured.  I'd recognize that voice anywhere.

Okay, that's the background that leads to the story I'm about to share. We're both married and in our early thirties.  Sherry is very attractive, with a cute, girl-next-door familiarity about her.  She's only been married for a few years, while my wife and I are approaching our eighth year.

I don't want to dwell on it, but I'm finding that it's getting more difficult these days to get romantic with my wife.  We both work and we're always tired.  That doesn't mean that I'm not your typical horny man.  In fact, I'd have to say that I'm finding myself needing sexual release more than ever.  The problem, again, is that making love with my wife isn't the "everyday and every night, non-stop sex-fest" that I thought marriage would be.  This leaves me to take matters into my own hands, if you will.  Actually, to be more specific, it leads me to my computer and a quick rendezvous with the Hitachi Magic Wand.  Three to five minutes with that vibrating "muscle relaxing massager" and I'm good for one more day.

Now, I am a man.  I enjoy the naked flesh of the female body just as much as the next guy.  However, over the years, I've discovered that I enjoy the pictures that I conjure up in my mind just as much.  That's why I started reading and eventually writing erotic stories.  The majority of my stories come from my daily life, blended with a lot of fantasy.

Lately, I've been downloading erotic audio stories into my mp3 player. It's done wonders for my lawn mowing skills.  I can spend hours outside giving the lawn a manicure.   About a month ago, I was stopped in my tracks at the voice I heard through my headphones.  I literally stopped the lawn mower and stood there, transfixed as I listened to a story about a teacher being secretly seduced by a former student.  The voice