I was a privileged prisoner, but not without hope. I fingered the stickyitems in the hem of my robe which I had surreptitiously gleaned from thejungle...during Gezar's ranting. Ignorant, was I? We would see.Soon, the day of the great festival approached. It was planting time, andthe people wanted to know they would reap a good harvest. A lovely girlwould be chosen, a virgin, who would come to the temple for purificationand in three short days she would appear at the summit of the templewalls. I had to know what was up.It was unlocked. I carefully nudged it open just a few inches so I could see in but not be seen. The groaning and sex sounds were getting pretty intense. I saw Tim's back first, then realized he was straddling my wife's chest, fucking her tits and her mouth with his long, thick cock. His heavy balls dragging back and forth over her sternum and belly. Lucy was on her stomach between my wife's spread legs, eating her pussy. My wife was only wearing her black g-string but. There was so much that I didn’t understand. So much that I wanted to know over the years. But as our lips separated and Lindie dragged me inside of the sanctum that had been closed off to me, I just let those questions slide from my mind.I glanced around the kitchen where the four of us had played on rainy days, raided the refrigerator, and generally raised mayhem. I glanced in a complete circle, drinking in old memories. Then I returned to the now and the glowing smile that met me, leaned. He seemed pleased, and asked all about her. I told him all the positive public aspects of my lovely wife but then confided in him my secret desire: I would like her to tell me about all the sexual experiences she had other than me. I asked my old frat brother if there was a way he could help me with that. Samra smiled and said ‘If Alicia is willing to be hypnotized, I think I can have her meet our expectations.’ I smiled at Samra and said ‘Really, that would be so cool… so I could actually.