Emily didn’t dislike Mike—he was a funny loudmouth, but otherwise, in her eyes, he wasn’t worthy of comparison to Brian in the slightest.“Hope...ully never,” Brian responded without hesitation, not looking up from the scribbling he was doing in his notebook. He didn’t elaborate further.Across the yard, seven or so teens were playing a rather heated game, ducking throughout the trees and shrubs in a constant crunch of dead leaves and occasional terrified yelps. Should they really be using. After a while Marc smiled at me and said, "Mmmmmm...that was nice. I didn't know you were into guys as well."I stumbled a bit but managed to sit down on the nearby couch. He came sitting next to me handing over a cold drink. We sat there for a while, silent...but inside I was very excited.Suddenly I felt his warm hand on my upper leg and I saw this look in his eyes that I have never seen before with him. He kissed me again, this time more passionately than the first time. I felt his hand. I was fairly decently dressed, I had on a pair of cute orange boy shorts, a white muscle shirt, but still I threw on a robe before I answered the door, for decencies sake. Didn't want to give the neighbors too much of a show.I cracked open the door, peering into the darkness, it was 3 of my husbands best friends, the same ones he was supposed to be hanging with at that very moment. Instantly worried something had happened I pulled open the door wide."Magdy, guys what happened, please tell me. I offered them champagne, but she reached for my hanging balls as she leaned in to give me a peek on the cheek and whispered in my ear.“I had the pleasure of seeing your whore-wife” she whispered pleasantly. “and when I say pleasure….” As she tightly squeezed my balls. She then released her grip, leaned back and smiled.“As did I” said the gentleman standing beside her. They both smiled. Then the doorbell rang, and I was back to my duties. More and more guests arrived and soon there were about.