I have sat at the back of that lecture hall three times and called it support.
I watched a man twice her age look at my wife, and I did not stand up.

He never touches Rose in public. He has no need to. He tells her when to come to his office and she builds her week around it.
Last Thursday he took her into the locked archive room and had her there for the first time.
She told me all of it in the car. I asked for more.
I did not sleep and I was not angry.

Not the archive room. That I asked for the details, and asked again the next night.
She says his name and my chest drops, which is not what a husband should feel.

Now it is standing. He decides which evenings she belongs to him. He takes her in that room with the door locked and her thesis spread beside her, and I know the hour it happens.
His career ends the day anyone finds out, her degree goes with it, and I keep saying yes when she asks.
She wants a man with authority I have never held over anything.
Do I let him have her again on Thursday? Do I ask her to stop and watch her go hungry?

A full-length age gap academic hotwife erotic novel featuring a watching husband and the professor who commands his wife.