I promise. I’ll be there.’ Mary pushed him away, ‘Oh go away! Scoot! Get out of here!’ Fletcher knew when to scram, ‘I think I’ll check t...e den. See what she’s looking for.’ Mary was filling the sink with hot water and soap, clunking glasses and dishes, ‘Good idea.’ Fletcher ambled into the library and saw Sorrel had already found something and was sitting on the big cushioned sofa reading, ‘Find something?’ Sorrel looked up, ‘Yes I did,’ she held up the book. ‘What’s that’s? Little Dorritt?’. One night we had been out drinking and my wife Donna wanted to go swimming -- once again -- we didn't have a pool at out hotel. She suggested that we go crash one of the pools at one of the resort hotels. We had done that many times over the course of our marriage so I readily agreed.We went back to our hotel to grab our suits. Stuffing them into her purse and grabbing some more wine out we went. The hotel didn't care about us walking in -- they aren't going to stop a middle aged couple with. I could feel the orgasm building feeding the building fire in my abdomen. As she slid a finger between my folds, passing over my clit to begin pressing into me, she found my G spot. Which I believe is rather uniquely positioned right at the entrance of my vagina. As her finger slid just an inch or so inside me I came. My inner walls convulsed and bright light flashed before my eyes. My skin was on fire and frozen at the same time. I moaned loudly and she must have had to push me back against. .. protected ... in that sandwich. Tuesday night, I woke up around two and Manny was fucking Belle -- and I couldn't help but be excited, watching ... We don't talk about it, but when they fuck, I want to be in there, somewhere, included. I really don't know how to tell either one of them...The intervening days had been quiet, healing. Manny would go off to work and Belle and I would get the kids off to school and then maybe we would have a little quality time and maybe we wouldn't -- it was.