I had no clue what you had in mind, but I could already feel it was going to be a wild night.The house was empty when I arrived, your car missing from...the driveway. I half expected to find you hiding somewhere, but I knew that that would be too simple. I made my way to our bedroom to find that you had left a note on the bed, attached to a big brown box. The note read, "wear this, and meet me at 3245 Wellington Road, apartment 401." I didn't recognize the address but had an idea of where. The beer was cold and tasted good. As we set our mugs down, Amy said, "You know, this is the first time we've ever done this." I looked at her with a puzzled expression. She explained. "I mean go out with a guy we met at the club." Nodding, I said, "Okay." But then I asked, "Why me? I'm just a middle aged accountant." Shaking her head, Mel said, "No, Michael, you are a truly fascinating man." "Why?" "Lots of reasons, but I think the way you're coping with what your wife is doing might be the. “Choice is yours girls.” She added.The three Sixth Form girls looked at one another for a few moments. That wasn’t much of a choice. If their behaviour reached the Head Mistress then Stacey would get the cane and would probably get excluded too.“We’ll take our punishment from you, Mrs. Portman.” The twins answered together.Stacey simply nodded.Rachel rubbed her hands together and looked at the clock on her wall – 7.45pm. She had so many things to sort out before going home for the evening at. When Alli spoke again, she caught me just drifting off. “When we use that position we just did, with my legs up on your shoulders?” She’d said it as a question, requiring an acknowledgment of some sort. I grunted, “Uh huh?” “When we do it like that, you hit bottom – or top, I suppose – every time you thrust in.” I’d thought maybe that was true, but really wasn’t sure of it; the tip of the penis can sense a lot of things, but sensing pressure when just touching something is not really its forte..