Everything had been perfect with Emma. She had snuck around with Scott, Jean had pretended she didn’t know what they were doing, and when Scott retu...ned to her filled with guilt she had been more than happy to allow him to use her any way he wished.And then Emma had allowed Jean to catch her and Scott in bed.Jean had tried to figure out some way to pretend like she didn’t know what they were doing (‘Oh, you two slipped and your clothing fell off! That happens!’). But she couldn’t and everything. Bradley, Brad as he liked to be called, was a huge man. At least six foot four and as solid a man as I’ve ever seen and black. He wore this T shirt that just hugged every inch of every muscle and he took pride in flexing his well defined arms. Actually, the man was funny, He could sing, not great but passable, he did a few impressions and he asked for volunteers to be hypnotized. About three people raised their hands and he whisked them onto the stage. He made this big production about. "Dave still had a confused look on his face as my wife came into the room, dressed in her hot little short purple sequin cocktail dress. My mouth almost dropped as I saw her hard nipples poke from the fabric giving no question that she had no bra on underneath. She also had not pulled the dress down, so her butt cheeks and pussy were clearly in view. I could not believe how she had dressed for Dave. I got an instant lump in my throat at seeing her along with a raging boner. I now seriously. She smiled at the thought that he was jealous. ‘He graduated the same time as me, with a degree in business. He was sweet and loving, but he also loved to drink and party, a lot. He went through stages when he was wasted, first he would be funny, and the kind of guy you want to be around, the life of the party. But by the time the party was over and it was just him and I cleaning up, he was an angry, resentful drunk. Well I could never tell when the transition happened and one too many.