She hugged me close, burying her face in my chest. Then she started talking softly. I could feel her tears on my chest."I told you already about the c...cles to avoid all of us dying. The last cycle appeared to be working. But there were always two massive battles near the end of the cycles that we were never able to win. In the last cycle, Cindi's death allowed her to use the energy she normally used to maintain her body to defeat the first attack. The girls have shields that can protect them.. .. but they were that good. Paula was the shooting guard and was absolutely deadly from 17 feet out with the nerves of a professional assassin. It didn't make a difference if it was warm-ups or the game winning shot, if she got a clean look, Paula didn't miss. Jen was the small forward and completely fearless in how she drove to the basket, squeezing herself between much larger women to get her shot off. Jen played like she was six inches taller. And Angela was the one who got them the ball. "Yes, I worked really hard on your nails and I'm not going to let you ruinthem." She replied in a determined tone that meant I dared not refuse her.I slipped on the rubber gloves and continued with drying the dishes. Forthe next 30 minutes we spent cleaning the dishes, I kept thinking aboutthat hug with Suzanne. Why did I start crying? I know, maybe her perfumewas so strong that it made my eyes water?"So why did you start crying? Is my Mum's perfume too strong for you?"Kirsty seemed desperate. I gradually got her to express her self and we started slowly together into the lifestyle, and it's been an amazing time with so much more in our future. This story, however, focuses on one particular "first" for us: my wife's first time fucking another man in front of me.It was just over 2 years ago. My wife had already watched me with many other women (one of her biggest turn-ons, more on that later) and we had a few threesomes with women, but now she and I were finally ready to have her.