Go on, Ernie, Klaus."They grabbed her and threw her down on the black couch where she landed with an impact that shook her. She raised her chin to see...two things: herself in the mirror with Ernie holding her down on her belly, while the giant Klaus stripped off her clothing... and the fact that the bed was tilted, affording Web a grandstand seat in the front row.The bewildered young wife sprawled on it, her twin fleshy buttocks high and white in invitation, her flaming red hair in strong. My heart stopped.Lisa was lying back on the bed, wearing a white lacy half-bra, and herwhite stockings and shoes from earlier this evening. Some otherlingerie was strewn on the bed. Lisa was massaging her breasts, andpulling and twisting her nipples. Amanda was kneeling on the floor atthe edge of the bed, wearing just her black stockings, a garter, andheels. Her head was between Lisa's thighs, and she was running hertongue up and down Lisa's thighs, and passing ever so lightly overLisa's. However, now I got to promise to keep listening – since we were friends – and that I couldn’t tell Mommy what he was about to tell me. I did so, and nodded to convey the earnestness of my reply.Richard, now with a strong arm around me where we sat on the sofa, went on to explain how every man has this “pressure” inside of him that he needs to release. It just so happened that he was a man with an exceptional amount of pressure that needed to find an outlet – and that outlet was the sex. Now, he. It would be a cut and dried fifty/fifty split. Amanda made as much as I did so there would be no alimony and the kids were grown up and gone. About the only things we would have to squabble over would be who got what out of the house.I don't believe that Amanda knew what she had set in motion until she came home from work Wednesday evening and found a for sale sign on a post in our front yard. And it really hit home when she was served at work on Thursday. She was pissed! I mean she was.