And he won’t be back for,” and his eyes left me and looked up at the clock. When he looked away from me, I looked down quickly, and was horrified...to see the horribly obvious tent in the front of my pants. “At least half an hour.” A devilish grin popped onto his face and he started to unbutton his jeans. “Come here,” he said, slowly pulling down his zipper. I was a fucking mess. I didn’t know what was happening. All I wanted was to give the coach his keys back and go home. But, I. Married yet.Daughter.Girlfriend.Our home.It hit me like a 20lb hammer. All possibilities of any and all of those would have been gone if her fathers’ gorillas had gotten to her.All gone.‘She’ ... gone.Jean ... gone.I opened the front door and pushed the elevator call button. We got on the elevator and Kendi pushed the button for the sixth floor. We walked to our door and when Kendi used her keycard, the door popped open and we walked in. I went straight to the kitchen and set the bag full of. After I had showered and shaved my face and touched up my pubic area I went to get dressed. Along with my nice slacks shirt and dinner jacket I found my chastity cage. I put it on and locked it then I dressed. I stopped by her dresser and brushed my hair and looked at my self. I clean up rather well I thought to my self. I went back to the den , there was my wife setting on the couch next to the guy that had just had sex with her. She was wearing a little black dress. Her legs where crossed and. She dug her skinny fingers into Carmen’s strong, broad shoulders. “You’re my only friend here. You gotta promise me we’ll still be friends in the morning.” She moaned as Carmen thrust. “I need you.” “Don’t worry, honey,” Carmen cooed in Mallory’s ear. “I need you, too.” She squeezed each of Mallory’s tiny pink nipples and took turns slipping each of them into her greedy mouth. She left trails of saliva as she moved to Mallory’s pursed lips. “This IS about friendship—and comfort.” She pressed.