I used the bathroom to check my makeup and make sure I was still looking good. When I walked out, Eric was waiting for me on the couch. I sat and afte... a few minutes of playful banter, we started to kiss. It started lips on lips, quickly progressed to a delightful French kiss, and quickly proceeded to Eric on top of me. Our hands began to explore each other’s bodies. I couldn’t help but be completely aroused and despite Missy’s constant reminders to control myself, there was no controlling my. "Wow, this was too good to be true I started thinking. This was like some sort of fantasy. A super hot looking twenty something year old woman inviting me in, vibrator in hand.I followed her into her condo getting a nice view of her rear end. Those jeans look like they were painted on, I thought to myself. Made me wish I had a can of paint remover."You new in town?" I asked."Yes, from Ohio. My job got transferred." She answered.She poured us each a cup of coffee as we sat at her kitchen table.. Maybe it was the booze. All I know is that I couldn't believe my eyes when I woke up in that bedroom with my wife laying next to me. That in itself might not be so unusual but the fact that my best friend was fucking her was. I then realized that his wife, Rose, was on the other side of my wife holding her left leg away from her hubby's thrusting hips so that he might have better access to my wife's pussy.My wife's eyes were closed. Her mouth was open. Her body moved up and down with the force. They were going to crucify her like a slave ? hang her naked on a cross by the road in full view of anyone. She was going to be killed in the worst way ever devised. These people, these garlic-stinking soldiers, were going to take her to the execution site and drive nails through her wrists and feet and crucify her. It was happening. That weathered block of wood was a hurt beam ... her hurt beam. Those were bloodstains on it ... where people had been nailed to it. They were going to nail her to.