She has quietly comforted me. She cooked the meals and repeatedly listened to my self incrimination. She has not judged me, including when I confessed...what I happened with Maria and Ken in September. She listened quietly with a sympathetic look. For whatever reason, Monday after dinner I gave Ruth Louisa’s and Ken’s letters to read. She was crying when she finished them. I cried with her. I cried for a different reason than Ruth. I cried fearing that I had lost my love. Ruth cried because of. " Steve messaged back. He told me that they took the other two guys, thinking that it would be a rape session with Margie, but in fact she was eager and willing to be fucked by the four of them."We want to totally and utterly ruin both your wife and your marriage," he told me.I didn't know what to think, on the one hand it excited me that Margie was being turned into such a slut and a whore, and yet on the other hand I nostalgically looked back to how pure and good she had been when we were. " Right, I will. Thanks," Melinda said quickly, turning and rushing out the door before Heather could change her mind.Heather watched her go. Her lips drew together into a small frown. She lifted the phone to her mouth and fingered the speed-dial. "Diane? Yeah, it's me again... yeah, I dealt with it, sort of." Her eyes narrowed, still staring at the front door. "Mel's up to something, Diane. I can see it in her eyes. She's hiding something from me. I just don't know what it is yet."Jason was. Steve believed that Sam never had dirty thoughts about his wife or any other woman, and tried to focus on his example. It started to work, and Steve felt relief as his erection subsided. Angela didn't seem to notice Steve's erection, or if she did, she said nothing, and continued telling him her problem. "He feels I don't pleasure him enough."Inwardly, Steve swore as his unfaithful penis hardened once more at the thought of sex. He cleared his throat and inquired, "Shouldn't you be talking to.