As I glance sideways I can see Roger laying back on our couch at a forty-five degree angle with a full on erection (again) as Trish applies lube to it...“I am very good at hand jobs, very good,” she tells him as she runs her two closed hands along his erection.“Watching your protege masturbate while you are doing that is heaven, don’t stop. Harder, harder,” Roger whispers as he alternates watching Ben and two women“I am enjoying watching Sarah use her vibrator while Ben is masturbating for her.. And boy, I must be really fucked up if Gibby's noticing it."I'm just worried about you Sam. It's – ah! – just not like you to be this sloppy." I tug viciously, but my heart's not in it. "I mean, I had to find you today!" I sigh and let his underwear go."Whatever Gibby, just get out of here. I'll find you later. I can't focus when you're all talky."Gibby puts his hand on my shoulder, "You can tell me Sam."I grit my teeth, looking at the ground, "No, I can't." I shrug his hand off. I lean back. I begin to work washing all traces he left off my body. After my bra I picked up my wrinkled skirt and saw a spot in the back that was obviously dried cum and tried to wash that off but it left a stain. I put on my wrinkled blouse and tried to fix my face. I did what I could with mascara and lipstick but without foundation all my efforts were in vein. I looked fucked-up. I couldn’t do any better so I left the room and returned to face my husband.I walked into the bar area and immediately saw. After your tale feel free to prompt another writer for a story. Eg. "Say, Sir Raterburg, why don't you tell us of the time you ravished those two water nymphs while simultaneously fighting off the hounds of hell." If your character has been prompted feel free to politely decline or accept in the comment section.Finally, if you really want to write the next chapter indicate it somehow in the comment section. Something like "Say, that reminds me of an encounter I had...". If you have done this.