It was late in the evening, an older client was waiting for his papers to be processed by our staff at the other offices, the boss was not in, the cli...nt was in his early fifties, I would say, and he was a big flirt, watching me, following all my moves at the office, trying to see as much as he could up my skirt or over my top.Although I was careful to a point, especially that I was pantie less and braless that day, but you never know, things my happen here and there while I was busy processing. We began arguing about other things, like the amount of money I spent on alcohol when I went out without her. We became competitive about housework. If I was out during the day, she would tidy up, and get angry at me because she had cleaned up my mess. I don't know what went wrong for us, but somehow it stopped working.It took us another year to end it. We both cried a lot, and I still do when I think too much about that night in the bar when we first made love. Our break up was logistically. And you know there’s times YOU don’t get to be more than a spectator and it doesn’t bother you in the slightest. I think it’s a given that a lot of men, maybe MOST men get a woody thinking about being in a threesome or a foursome. You just let us do our thing whether you’re included or not because you know you’ll get one or all of us before the weekend is over. Now, how will adding one or, fuck that, a herd of new women coming through here from time to time lessen things for you? In the. We played with them for a few hours, and then Birgit and I went to the kitchen to make dinner. Jessica came in just before dinner was ready to give me a kiss, and I asked her to help get things on the table.After our family dinner, and after Bo, Gina, Brian, Samantha, and the Quinns had left, Jessica, Kara, and I went to the ‘Indian’ room with a pot of lemon tea.“Kara said you had some things to tell us,” Jessica said.I nodded, “First, and please keep this to yourselves until you hear.