"Reality sucks. I wished I could retreat back into my cocoon, but my bubble had dissolved and I knew I couldn't live there anymore. I interrupted him,..."No, I'm going to be fine. I just miss your mother..." I struggled not to break down. "More than I can say, but I need some time to absorb all this. Don't come too early in the morning. I'll probably stay up a while and sleep in."He gave me a firm hug and left without another word. I looked around the house. I hadn't been able to remove a single. After few pieces, Paula asked me to go back to our table. Since there, I could see my sensual wife dancing sexily with Charles; she was swaying her nice hips to the music and my friend was pulling her body against his. I even watched as this bastard rubbed Ana’s buttocks through the thin material of her short black dress.I knew my babe was enjoying Charles’ attention and she would be very hot and wet, with her little thong moist with her pussy juices.They danced a few more pieces, this time one. But there were moments when his mind would connect to form a thought on its own and ask a question. When? Why? How? But not often. Not often enough.It was early Monday morning, still in the dark before dawn when the cell phone chirped in his hand. Clifford raised the screen to his dry eyes, saw the message, and touched the send key. His life's purpose now fulfilled, a sense of relief blossomed in the remains of his mind. He turned towards the street, waited for a large enough truck, and stepped. I looked up and Joe and Jill were standing there watching. Jill had a strange look on her face. We had no more secrets. When I looked closely I noticed she was looking at Joan not me. We all took a needed break and I went out to the patio with a beer and Joe joined me. He said that is the first time I have seen Joan with another man. I said me too. I watched you and Jill in the pool and could see she was really enjoying what you were doing to her. It was ok, and he said yes. So we just decided.