.He signed the form in the three spaces indicated with little hand-drawn crosses. When he was done, he passed the clipboard over to the woman. "Your t...rn," he said. She looked at the papers with intense concentration and no small amount of suspicion. "It's OK," he said to her, "They're not going to hurt you." It wasn't me I was worried about," she said, and signed. * * *The man and woman sat in their underwear, looking at each other as the technicians fastened the wires to the energy centres of. I ground on Jane’s foot as I watched my husband stroke his cock coming to a nice orgasm and from what I could tell I wasn’t alone as Jane soon turned limp. The pleasure of that moment was fleeting as I watched my husband backen Jane from the tub. Dripping water on me as she stepped over to join him l switched side allowing a better view. He opened the swinging glass door inviting him in, drew her under the warm water and kissed her. I sat there rubbing my pussy knowing exactly what was going on. I never brought it up, and never thought of revenge. Within a couple of years our marriage was back in the same groove. I say groove, not rut. A groove is more comfortable. One thing I guess I always resented, was through it all, I never saw the effort that she put into her affair, reflected in her relationship with me.And with Ben off to University, my wife and I had definitely drifted apart some more. It is easy to blame her, but as I said, she certainly did not put a lot of effort into it,. No way IN HELL that a statue of Jill and me making love will ever, EVER sit on a shelf in Barbara's sex shop. Is that clear?"Kelly waved that away. "I don't care about Barbara ... I've got more than enough stuff to get her to wet her britches, if you'll permit me to be so crude. For the last two weeks, I've been working for myself, trying to say something about the beauty of physical love that has escaped me for years. I thought I had it yesterday and you saw how that turned out. No ... this is.