"I want this to be a completely open and honest conversation. No questions are off limits, and no judgments will be raised." OK." Bethany said."Great,...first question, to both of you.... Is it fair to assume that the two of you are still virgins?"There was a long pause, some giggles and then blushing. I, of course, already knew the answer, but I waited to hear what the girls would say. Bethany spoke up first."Well yeah mom, for the most part." For the most part?" Yeah. I mean neither of us have. "It's fine with me, babe. Just do what you feel comfortable with." Okay!" she said. "And you're not just saying that because you want to feel up any of the wives yourself, are you?" Of course not!" I lied. "I just want to see you show off for me." Good," she said. "Because I volunteered you to be the odd-husband-out. You'll just turn the lights on and off and take off the article of clothing."That was disappointing. I was really hoping to grope Christine a bit more. But at least I'd get to. I looked at her pale, round face, wondering what it would be like to stick my knife into her throat ? the knife that I had left downstairs, that is! Sometimes I hated the little bitch.I ignored her taunt. "Sit up," I whispered, slipping my hand under her covers and sliding it over her naked body.She complied, shivering. Her voice cracked as she asked, "You won't tell Mom and Dad, will you?" Depends." I replied cruelly. I uncorked the bottle of Bristol Cream Sherry. It opened with a pop. . I got up and headed downstairs, turning on John's PC before I made my morning coffee.The keylogger told me that she had logged into her seedymail account and sent an E-mail.You fucking cocksucking sack of shit. How were you going to do that to me. No wonder you always were so into fucking my arse you fucking queer. Did you have it the last time we were together you bastard. Don't ever contact me ever again just fucking hurry up and die you bent bastard and then rot in hell.And his replyWhat do.