I buried my cock and looked at her, "um..."One of the other girls giggled, "my turn."I looked at the girl under me and gave her a kiss before I slowly...pulled out. I turned and was pulled up and to another alcove and bed. I pulled her down and pushed her back before I started kissing down her body. She spread her legs when I reached her pussy and I heard all the women and girls laugh.I looked at her bald pussy and leaned down and started licking. I nibbled and pushed my tongue into her and then. You can't empathize with a person that has been cheated on unless you yourself have been cheated on. Both my ex-wives were ex's just for that very reason. So I felt if I embraced Linda's propensity toward sluttiness and participated in her slutty acts, I could save myself the hurt that comes from being cheated on. If I'm participating you see it's not cheating, it's fantasy fulfillment. A loose distinction I know, but it works for me.All during the first two-years, I tried to get her to consent. I talked her into coming back to my place where we got comfortable , we was talking flirting back and forth when she touched my knee and slid her hand up my thigh I knew she wanted to be fucked. we both leaned in for a kiss our tongues flicking against each others as my hand massaged her breast through her blouse making sure to play with her now erect nipples that were pushing against the fabric of her blouse she had her hand on the bulge in my pants massaging it running her fingers up and down. He looked to the back corner of the auditorium where a geeky looking guy with glasses and a black t-shirt waved his hands back and forth over an array of knobs and buttons. The geeky looking guy then suddenly popped his head up and gave Tom a geeky looking smile and a two thumbs up signal that said all was now well.Tom advanced two steps forward until the microphone was right under his mouth. There were no squeals or pops this time.Tom gave a nervous little throat clearing noise then began what.