When I came back they were sitting in different seats and drinking out of the other glass. They were both in their bikinis and looking good. I noticed...after a bit, her friend was looking drowsy. I realized she drank the spiked drink. This was not what I had planned but thought quickly shot through my brain. I refilled their drinks and made sure my wife got the Ambien this time. Her friend passed out on the couch and we laughed at her and poked her to get her to go to the guest room. She was out. No, it's not enough. But it is an essential ingredient.I'm setting myself up for failure. There could be no success without the attempt; the only failure is to never have tried. I already tried; I failed. I'm a failure. I couldn't even keep my wife. She failed me; I didn't fail her. There was nothing wrong with me. Keep telling myself that, buddy. Keep telling myself I'm not a failure as I lose another one to her family. This needn't be either or. I could still have a family and allow her. "What were you doing, Layla?" She asks mischievously, and I know that there's no use in lying. "Masturbating..." I mumble, "Please don't tell mom!" I beg, and Lexi rolls her eyes as she sits down on my bed. "Why do you think I'd tell her? I masturbate too, when Josh isn't there to satisfy me. If I told mom, she'd never leave us alone." Lexi says, and my jaw drops open. I knew that her boyfriend, Josh was always having sex with her, but I never knew Lexi masturbated! "It feels nice, huh?" She. She then asked "What would my Master have me do for his pleasure?" I told her to play with her tits and pinch her nipples to get them nice and erect. She moaned as she obeyed. While playing she relayed how much she loved having her breasts squeezed and fondled during sex and how she'd almost achieved orgasm once just from breast play after having gone long stretches without getting fucked at all, let alone good and hard. I told her that was good to know and that it would be something to make.