This was his doing. Wendell Clay was Robert’s college friend who had subleased the place for the past year. Robert figured him for the culprit almos... immediately. Knowing Clay, that meant one thing: he’d fucked her, then probably dumped her or cheated on her. That’s how he was back then, and that’s how he probably still was. It was one of the reasons Robert hadn’t much bothered to keep in touch with him over the years. Facebook, that great repository of dead friendships, had brought them back. It’s the way I would prefer it” he stated.“I’m not sure about h humiliation though” I pondered.“You loved telling that guy his cock was bigger and better than mine and you’ve probably said it on more than one occasion when I’ve been out of earshot” he smiled.I blushed slightly as his words brought back a lot of memories when I had in fact used those very words. My pussy was tingling at the memory and I must admit it did arouse me that I was humiliating my husband’s sexuality.“Are you sure you. They were down on the cushioned mats and he had his head buried between her welcoming legs and his tongue in her slit almost before Wendy and I got into the room with them. They maneuvered into a sixty-nine, and I thought that seemed like a good idea for Wendy and me. We followed suit.Wendy seemed as eager as I was for the sexual contact. I felt there was something there besides just our connection at a swingers club, like she wanted to prove herself to me or something even deeper.I started by. The big houses around were also in relative darkness. He told me that spots such as these were popular with street prostitutes in the night. They give a quick shag to passing motorists. He said that he too has had a shag a few timesright in the very place we were parked!I was seated in the trishaw and the TD was standing outside. I was facing the tree and he was facing the road. No one could see me as I was inside and he too looked quite invisible in the darkness that enveloped us. A person.