Missy lead me through the other door into the laundry room. On the far side was yet another door. This one lead to the garage. Beside the car, was an ...noccupied couch."Oh you clever girl." I whispered nibbling her neck.She sighed and pulled me down on top of her - a first. "Peter, let's do it." She whispered."Mmmm. Let's." I burrowed behind her earlobe. They were very delicate and surprisingly sensitive. I admit I wasn't really listening to her."Peter." She was a little more insistent. "I want. I want you to keep eating me!” It was the voice of my wife intoxicated by lust and possessed by need! She wanted this young woman to pleasure her and what’s more, she wanted me to see every second of it! Knowing I was watching was sending my wife into a sexual frenzy the like of which I had never before witnessed, but there was no denying she was having orgasm after orgasm as her new lesbian lover showed her new pleasures. Bev moved on the bed and slid so her head was more to the other side of. "OK! If that's the way you want it. Two of you hold onto her, I'll be right back." I knew what she wanted. She wanted to act the part of the girl from themovie in the booth. By not answering, she was consenting without showing herdesire to the men. By stiffening her arms, she was signaling that she wantedto be held or restrained in some way. I went out front to the counter. "Is it true? Your forcing your wife to fuck and suck everybody back there!", Mr. Sleeze. Lisa stopped me, "Alan, we haven't spoken all week. We need to talk." No, you need to talk. I need to sleep. Tell you what though, you hold that thought and tomorrow after I get home from drill you can tell me what's on your mind." And I went to bed. The good thing about being so tired is I didn't lie awake agonizing over Lisa having sex with someone else. Or agonize over me not having had any sex with anyone even myself for these past six weeks!I had time at drill on Sunday to think about.