Chandani pulled her hand away from Rangani’s breasts for a moment and unbuttoned her own shirt the rest of the way. She then returned to Rangani’s...and slowly began unbuttoning hers. "I know you're into girls." She moved her knee down in between Rangani’s leg, moving it up to massage the space between her thighs. Rangani whimpered. She grabbed Chandani’s leg. "Chandani. I can't." "Yes you can. "As soon as Chandani got to the last button, she pushed the shirt aside and unhooked the front of. Harold didn't care if I was married or not. Probably the only thing he cared about was whether I'd go to bed with him. He apparently had no qualms about fucking married women. Harold was the kind of man mom had always warned me about. Loose and wild. My mom had loved my husband. When he married me he seemed pretty upstanding. At any other time I wouldn't have given Harold the time of day. Before marriage I'd always carefully saved myself, a virgin on the marriage bed. Pretty old fashioned.. Fortunately, the waiter showed up and plunked down our coffee and some creamers. Waitresses tended to be REALLY homely or they were likely to get extracted, so guys were slowly filling the slots left vacant -- gays in particular. Grimacing, I watched ours sway off...We got through breakfast pretty quietly after that, both of us tied up with our own thoughts, I guess. I took her back to her car and it was sort of like things had been seven or eight hours before; things needed to be said and done. It seemed almost purposely so he could carry on a conversation with the only other man in the room not obsessed with fucking my wife. As he stood next to me staring at the activity in front of us both he finally addresses me and says, “So you must be so happy to be Trish’s man, she is amazing”. To which there was a long pause. Was that a compliment, or a very perverse statement. I didn’t even know what to say back to him as we both stood in our tracks starring at the group of naked men in front.