There was only one internal door. It led to the bathroom with its flush toilet, a hand basin and a shower over a bathtub.The three women huddled toget...er. Mary Anne and Zenobia were still wearing crumpled plaid skirts and cowboy boots although Zenobia had grabbed the discarded white jumpers from the van as she left it and held them in a loose bundle. Cindy, whose only clothing was her shoes and what was in the sports bag Brian had recovered from her car, tried to hide her nakedness with nervous. After each of these events we both went home hot and had amazing sex.When I have tried to suggest a real threesome she has refused asking me, "How would you ever love me the same after seeing another man inside me and how would you feel about me as a mother?" She also asked, "What if the guy we picked was way bigger than you or made me cum harder? Wouldn't you be jealous?" I told her it would just make it hotter but that's as far as it went.Things began to change one night. We had her best. She and the other boys chatted for a while, not more than a few "yeah's" or "no's" as they talked about what schools they went to, how they knew Mike or Christine, etc.Soon Christine came up to Melanie and said, "Uhm, me and Mike are gonna go take a walk, we will be right back." Melanie mouth dropped open a little. Figures. Christine had pulled this kind of thing before-ditching Melanie so that she could go make out somewhere with a random guy. Melanie thought about saying something, but bit. I’d decided to pay a surprise visit to New York to celebrate our anniversary, six years to the day since I had moved into her flat and arranged to let my own. I arrived at her apartment carrying a large bunch of yellow roses, her favourite. I’d dressed to arouse under a simple black dress. I rang the doorbell at 8pm. The woman who opened the door looked at me quizzically but coldly, then, without a word to me, said over her shoulder, ‘Lin, babe, I suspect this is for you.’ Behind her I saw.