We where very happy(or so I thought) and I had no reason to suspect her ofany infidelities. That is until one day I was out ofthe office I had to take...some papers across town and tosave time I cut through a very rough neighbourhood. It was as I was driving along watching the prostituteson the street corners, that I saw my wife walkingalong. I had to stop the car and take a slow,calculated look. What threw me was the way she wasdressed. Normally she dresses with style, grace anddignity, very. "Yes you do," said Lyndy, unleashing her long thick blonde hair. "I plan on giving you a full demonstration. Help me move the table."Transfixed and stunned by the implications, Harry remained sitting while Lyndy stood and grabbed the table. "I don't understand," he said."Come on. The table's heavy." They moved it out from the booth."Unzip me please," she said, turning her back to him."Are you sure?" asked Harry."Very."He unzipped her."Oh my god," he exclaimed when her nakedness was. "You remember that gang of slackers we shared a flat with last spring break... ? They're back in town now that college is starting. I was talking to two of the girls last week, Fred and Brenda, and they were telling me they were hoping for something closer to home. Jennifer ... does it matter if the girls are lesbians?" Officially, I'm not supposed to know. Unofficially, as long as it doesn't interfere with their jobs, I don't care what they do in their off-hours. Are they cool?"It was Lisa who. The bumpson my chest were still little A-cuppers, though with prominent nipples.Karen sat in the breakfast nook, in nothing but a short, red, belted robethat showed off her deep cleavage. She was nibbling her bagel with creamcheese and had a dreamy look on her pretty face, most likely from thefantastic sex she'd had the evening before. Her lover Davon had sleptover and I dreaded his appearance in the kitchen once he woke. I couldn'tstop picturing them as they had been last night. Both of.