The next day, I woke up with zero recollection of the moments before I had fallen asleep. I had intended on initiating sex with Tessa when we got into bed, but I must have fallen straight asleep, as I had no tangible recall of anything else happening. All I could clearly remember was us heading upstairs together. What happened after that, I simply couldn't remember. I must have been really tired and fallen asleep immediately!

My alarm sounded at 5am and I slowly got up and out of bed. I was wearing only my panties, finding my discarded bra atop a pair of pyjamas that for some reason were left crumpled on the floor despite clearly not having been worn. I decided I would obviously change my panties, but that the bra would do for another day. I folded up the pyjamas and put them back away. I hooked the bra over the bedpost ready for getting dressed after my shower.

As per my routine, I showered straight away and then got dressed for work in the bedroom. I put on my bra first, then walked over to my underwear drawer to select a pair of panties. As I opened the drawer, Tessa walked up behind me and enveloped me in a hug.

"Morning", she whispered into my ear as her hand started squeezing my breasts through my bra. Her touch was gentle yet authoritative. She rested her head on my right shoulder.

"Morning, babe", I returned, stroking her cheek.

She manoeuvred her right hand away from my breast and down towards my crotch. With one hand cupped over my left boob, she began gently stroking the outside of my exposed vagina with her other hand. As much as I was turned on, and wanted her to do more oh so badly, I needed to get ready for work. I told her as such, and moved her hands away from my intimate parts.

"Okay", she whispered, before gently biting my ear. "But we'll do something special this evening."

She moved from behind me to the front. She looked in the drawer and pulled out a pair of high rise, bright pink cheetah-print knickers.

"Wear these today", she said. "They suit you." She held them open for me to step into and so I did. She pulled them up into place, then pulled me in for a snog, all while cupping my ass. It was me who had to reluctantly break it off.

"I really wish I could stay here all day. But I have to get going."

"I know. I'm going back to bed...just couldn't resist touching up my beautiful wife a little, y'know. I really do love seeing you parade around in your undies." She laughed and gave my bottom a cheeky slap. "Have a good day and I'll see you later." She gave me one final kiss and then jumped back into bed.

I finished getting dressed by donning a pink and white plaid pencil skirt and a white long-sleeved blouse. I fixed my makeup, let my hair do its thing naturally, and headed downstairs for a quick bowl of cereal. What I wanted to spend the day doing was making love to my gorgeous wife, doing whatever it was she wanted me to do to her...but I would have to be patient and wait until the evening. For now, I had to head into work.

I taught my year 8 class during first period. They were even more rowdy than they had been the previous day. They weren't uncontrollable just yet, but I sensed that they had little respect for my authority. This was a bit of a worry.

After having two full days of lessons, this was the first day when I had a free period, which came during the second teaching hour of the school day. A lovely lesson with year 7 followed that - they were quickly becoming my favourite class to teach - while period 4 was spent discussing Hamlet with year 12. The day rounded off with me teaching year 10, in what ended up being a peculiar hour in my day.

As the class entered, one of the boys, Billy, said to me as he walked by my desk and to his seat: "looking good again today, Mrs McGrath." He winked as he said this. That sent a shiver down my spine. There was a knowing glint in his eyes which unnerved me, even though I had little idea what had made him say such a remark. But, most of all, I just found it creepy that a male student could be so overtly flirtatious. It made me feel a little sick.

Albeit a little put off by Billy's comment, I delivered most of my lesson uninterrupted. 'Lord of the Flies' was the book that the class was studying and after a brief discussion about leadership traits in characters I set the students a task to mind map all words with connotations to leadership. As they were doing this, I went round the groups to ask about their thoughts and see what they were coming up with. Billy was sat by Benji, who, like Billy, had a reputation for being a disrupter. But they were obediently carrying out the exercise I had set, until I left their table and I heard Benji say very quietly to Billy, "do you reckon she's wearing the same underwear as yesterday? God, she looked fit in just her bra and panties!" They both snickered and had their eyes trained on me the whole time.

I walked over to them and said in my most authoritative voice, although whispering so that only they could hear: "what did you just say, Benji?"

"I didn't say anything."

"No, go on, repeat what you just said."

He remained silent.

"Now!" I ordered.

He waited a beat before saying: "I was just asking Billy if he agreed that leadership is best defined through a characters actions rather than their spoken dialogue."

"And I think that Benji makes a very astute point when he says that", Billy interjected.

They were both smirking. 'Pair of little pricks', I thought, as I knew for certain what I'd just heard. But I decided it was best to let it slide. I had no idea why they were talking about me and my underwear, but I'd have to just put it down to immature banter in the classroom. Instead I just said, "that's great, make sure you write it down." I beamed them a synthetic smile.

"Will do, Mrs McGrath!" Benji said, mockingly. The boys started snickering again as I began to walk away.

"Jeez, what's got into her?" Benji mused just above a whisper in volume.

"Dunno. Probably her time of the month." Billy retorted. This sent them into fits of stifled laughter.

I bit my tongue, choosing to ignore the two of them, and headed back to my desk.

We discussed some of the students' ideas about leadership as a class, and then the bell sounded to mark the end of the school day. Class dismissed, I marked and planned for a bit before heading for home.

I was barely through the front door when Tessa sprang upon me with kisses and hugs. She was wearing a pair of denim jeans and a black top, with her hair left to flow naturally down her back. Thinking I was about to get lucky, I began to unbutton my blouse, when Tessa stopped me from doing so.

"Keep what you're wearing on. Takeaway has been ordered for tonight. I've got something special planned."

I kicked off my heels and was led by Tessa into the living room. The blinds were drawn and some candles were lit. On the floor was a photo album.

"I thought we could relive some of our memories", she said. "Pop on into the kitchen and pour us both a bottle of red wine. And then bring the bottle in with you for top ups."

I returned shortly after with the drinks and bottle. Tessa was sat on the living room floor with the photo album open.

"Don't talk for the next half hour", she directed. "Let me talk you through the book."

I tried to reply, "OK", but was unable to utter that solitary word. It was like my mouth was glued shut. But being unable to talk did not perturb me, as it was what Tessa had requested anyway.

She then proceeded to talk me through the story of our lives together in picture form. There were hundreds upon hundreds of pictures, but the following are some of the major ones:
- A picture of us at a restaurant on a date. I'm wearing a glittery gold dress that really amplifies my boobs and Tessa is wearing a red sequin dress. Apparently, this was the date on which we agreed to become an official couple.
- Multiple pictures of a holiday to Bali. In one I'm wearing a black tank top and denim shorts while a monkey is trying to pull down my top. Tessa said she couldn't stop laughing for ages afterwards.
- Another holiday we had was to Paris, which is where Tessa said she proposed to me in front of the Eiffel Tower. It's a beautiful series of pictures, her getting down on one knee; me holding out my hand to accept; us embracing afterwards, officially each other's fiancées...but I always thought it had been me who proposed, and Tessa who said yes?! Maybe my mind was back to playing tricks on me, as these pictures indicated that my interpretation of events were patently incorrect.
- Loads of pictures of us on our wedding day. We're both heading down the aisle in one after saying our vows, hand in hand with flowers being thrown over us. We're both wearing beautiful white wedding dresses. Other pictures from our wedding day included: a group photo of both of our families with us at the forefront; a picture of our first dance, which apparently was to Ed Sheeran's 'Thinking Out Loud' ('cute, even if a little cliche!', I thought); and several. pictures of us celebrating with various guests.

The takeaway - Chinese - arrived as we were about halfway through the album. I answered the door to the delivery driver, and Tessa and I both ate it while sat on the living room floor, flicking through the remaining photos. I had regained the ability to speak by now, which was lucky in answering the door to the delivery guy, but still sat in silence as Tessa narrated our life together. I was captivated by her voice.

We were both smiling in every single photograph within that album. That cheered me, as it was confirmation of a wonderful life spent with a woman I truly loved. And in my heart of hearts, I knew with perfect clarity that I did love Tessa, and would do literally anything for her. My love for her was absolute, unflinching and eternal.

But I was unsettled by the fact that I had no tangible memory of the events occurring as Tessa described them. For example, I knew we were married, and that we'd had a lovely day celebrating with all of our closest friends and family. But details of the ceremony, reception and even how we spent our honeymoon were all blurred in my mind. I knew that they had happened, but what happened within them was a mystery to my knowing mind. I just had to accept Tessa's words for how those events unfolded. And I, almost without exception, did just accept Tessa's version of events as being infallible.

Yet, the biggest seed of doubt in my mind at that moment was the proposal. I was growing in certainty that there was something plainly wrong about those photos: I was 99% sure that it was me who had got down on one knee in front of the Eiffel Tower to propose to Tessa, and it was she who had said "yes". So why were the photos illustrating otherwise?

I considered raising this with Tessa, but she was speaking with such joy and clarity that I did not want to disturb her while she was in full flow. Seeing her run through our relationship with such pleasure made me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. Why spoil this beautiful moment by potentially raising an arguing, particularly one that I had no evidence for and wasn't myself 100% certain on?

We came to the end of the album as we were just finishing off the bottle of wine. The last photos were of a little getaway we had towards the end of that year's summer holidays. We looked just as in love as we did on our wedding day.

I was sat with half a glass of wine, looking up at the ceiling in a moment of contemplation, when Tessa snapped me in a photo. Seeing the flash of her phone camera out of the corner of my eye, I turned to her looking a little puzzled.

"Sorry, you looked so cute just then babe, I couldn't resist."

"Oh, ok", I said and smiled gently. Her compliment flattered me.

"Here, pose like that again for us, will ya?."

I looked up towards the ceiling and took up my previous pose.

Tessa crawled towards me and tilted my chin up half an inch. She then lowered my hand that was hold my glass closer to my chest.

"Hold still while I take another photo." I stayed still until she confirmed that she had the photo that she wanted.

"Let's take a couple more", she said, crawling back towards me. "I think it's time we started a new album, don't you?" She then proceeded to unbutton my blouse while pecking me with kisses. With my blouse unbuttoned, she pulled it off my body, leaving me in just my bra and skirt.

"Same pose as before, babe." I took up that position. She took her photo.

"Nice. Now, pull your bra straps down your shoulders a bit." I let them hang loose down my arms and Tessa took more photos.

"Amazing! God, you look sexy baby girl! Take your bra off, I want some I can really treasure". I took my bra off and reconvened my pose, but kept my boobs covered with my free arm.

"Ooo, I like that. That makes for some great shots!" She took some photos of me positioned like that. "They're really nice, but go ahead and remove that arm from your tits. I want some of you in all of your natural beauty".

I removed my arm and let it hang loose by my side. She took another set of photos.

"Last ones, for now. Let's get that skirt off you!" I wriggled out of the skirt and placed it by my other clothes. I took up my designated position, now wearing just my pink leopard-print panties.

"Perfect! Oh, these are great, Denise. You're an absolute stunner." She kept flicking through the photos on her phone. I swear I could see her licking her lips as she was looking them over.

"Can I see them, babe?" I asked, making my way round to her side so that I could see the phone screen.

Quickly, she locked her phone off and placed it face down on the floor.

"Not just yet. It's for a little something I'll show you later. For now, why don't we make the most of..." she didn't finish her sentence but instead pounced upon me. She had me led on my back on the living room floor and was led on top of me. She reached into my knickers and began to finger me. As she did that, she began to lick my breasts.

She was less aggressive in her fingering than she had been two nights prior. She caressed my cunt so tenderly. I was in ecstasy. I didn't finish as quickly as I had earlier in the week, but she still didn't have to much to make me cum. She removed her fingers and licked them clean. She got up off the floor and pulled me up with her.

"Why don't we head upstairs and watch a film in bed? You can choose what we watch."

I nodded in agreement. While Tessa put the photo album back away, I put my worn clothes from the day, including my knickers, in the washing basket. After completing these mini tasks, we made our way upstairs and got dressed for bed. I put on a white silk chemise and shorts; Tessa, decided to wear an identical set to me, only her's were red.

I hopped into bed and scrolled through the options before deciding on 'Mean Girls', something that I somehow had never watched before. Throughout the film, I sat in between Tessa's legs. She cuddled me and occasionally gave my boobs a squeeze through my chemise. She would also sometimes move her hands down my shorts and gently trace around my vagina. But we didn't go any further than that on that particular night.

Part of me felt as though I should be returning the favour after Tessa had satisfied me so beautifully downstairs earlier. But I was so much enjoying her delicate touch that I was not able to be moved to protestation. Oh well, I'd make it up to her on another night.

I enjoyed the film and wondered why I had never watched it before. It seemed so much suited to my tastes as a woman. But at least I could say that I had seen it now. As soon as it finished, we turned it off and both went to sleep.

Our evening together had been lovely. However, the voice which was straining to be heard when I woke up on that first day had now returned. I couldn't hear what it was trying to tell me, but I knew that it was there. And my mind had been slightly disturbed by the inconsistencies between the pictures and my vague (very vague!) recollection of how the events they depicted had actually transpired. I had the distinct feeling now that Tessa was hiding some sort of secret from me...but what could it possibly be? And she had been so loving and kind, that I couldn't possibly imagine that she was withholding something malicious from me.

I was also confused as to why she was taking pictures of me in various stages of undress. But I attributed that to wanting some sexy pictures of her wife for personal use, and perhaps she would pose likewise for me at another time? Hopefully...I would enjoy that immensely!

I made a mental note to bring the subject up with her, about the inconsistencies between the photos and my patchy memory. I didn't want to do it now tonight though, as it had gotten late. But it was important that I got these thoughts off my chest. And we clearly had such a committed and loving relationship, that I was certain nothing I said could disrupt our harmony. I would speak to her as soon as the appropriate opportunity arose.

I shut my eyes for the time-being and got some important beauty sleep.