There were too many bubbles from the jets to see anything under the water though.Sarah slowly stood up, and then made her way over to straddle the oth...r man facing him. The other man untied her bikini top, and pulled it off of her before burying his face into her chest.My stomach sank as my topless wife was now grinding on this guys lap. Her hips were sliding back and forth. The man sucked on my wife's breast before they both paused for a second. Sarah's movements changed as she now stared. So far the closest I'd been to that was caressing her braless breasts through one of those painted on tee shirts of hers. But up until now, that had been as far as anything had gone. Needless to say, it was my hope with us snuggled up on the couch together that we might in fact take it to the next level. Or at the very least, letting me at least touch them beneath her tee shirt if nothing else.When we entered her apartment and as I was soon introduced to Michelle, I wasn't at all prepared for. I hadn’t known that.“Well, kind of,” Lavi said, “my dad’s sister’s partner is a cousin of Mr. Jacob’s wife.”He nodded in agreement. “As I said, family. So, where is our last party member?”“Oh,” I hadn’t thought to check my messages. There wasn’t an update from him but as we talked a generic white car, maybe a Ford, pulled into a spot and I saw Clarence Marshall get out. He was younger than I with dark curly hair, dark-skinned with very anglo features. I was guessing he had a variety of racial. Sometimes, behind his back, The Mad Major. Quite short, sandy hair, straight back, barks a bit when he talks. I'd always thought him a bit of a bore with a tame wife but people say he means well. No one seems to know how long it is since he left the Army, or whether he saw active service. Doubtful, in my view. But he still plays the part. Gave me a little salute when I reluctantly invited them both indoors. No real option after he'd said there was something he wanted to talk about.I offered tea.