“Hand it to me” he said as he walked back towards me. I handed it to him. He picked up my purse and my keys off the trunk of my car. Looking at th... key fob, he pressed the button that popped the trunk. Then he placed my top, purse (containing my panties), my jacket (which had remained draped over his arm the entire time) and my bra into the trunk and closed it with a loud thump.We heard an engine and then saw the lights as a car came down the ramp from one of the floors above. He pushed me back. She would sometimes get jealous of my wife for something I had not yet done with her and that day she was going to get mad at me, because with her under the bed I fucked my wife like a father and master of ours, when I would fuck her from behind I would comment on it, I would say how good her ass felt, that it was the best of all and Maru would respond in kind. I knew that was her frustration with me, she wanted me to do her anal, she really wanted it and I really refused, I was going to. Both my friend and me were wearing shorts and t-shirt, my wife was wearing a T-shirt and light short pajama which came somewhere between the knee and the ankle. We sat in a kind of semi-circle with my wife in the middle distributing drinks, snacks, etc. Our earlier 3somes and swaps were planned by both of us in advance and we prepared how to proceed. In fact the last times we spent time before the D-day in shaving her, selecting the dress we will wear and who makes what moves. This time we had. Friday's e-mail from Sweet Cheeks said, "I'm ready. I'm just not sure that you are. Are you totally over the slut yet? I want you, but I don't want to catch you on the re-bound where you are just looking for someone so you can prove to yourself that you are still a desirable guy."I leaned back in my chair and thought about that. I hadn't given that any conscience thought, but did I feel that I was lacking in something? Was Misty's betrayal because I was somehow inadequate? Did I need to prove.