I was trapped by memories, the only memories I had - six months of Addison four years ago. I had no other memories to distract me.In this Hell, I adap...ed. I’d learned to lie. I’d learned to fake social skills, pretend interest; I’d learned how to survive, not live. I worked out daily hoping the endorphins would assuage my soul. They didn’t - gone before I left the gym. I kept up appearances, maintained the same very short beard Addison had so liked.I’d discovered McEwan’s, a gourmet food shop. She said well I don't know how long you were out in the car but once we got you too bed you were in there about an hour. I looked over at cindy and saw here sitting there smiling looking at my crotch, then my wife said I have everything ready why don't you go out and get the grill started. I went out in the garage to get the charcoal and when I came back in with it the girls had gotten up and went out and were sitting on the deck getting some sun. I went out and got the grill ready and fired up. "Strip down married guy," he instructed. "Let's see how much of a cockslut you really are."I removed my clothes, my 6" dick standing straight at attention as he popped a dvd into the player and turned on some straight porn. "Grab a beer, dude, and relax," he said as he headed into the bedroom. I heard the shower running as I popped a brew and sat down on the couch, the cold leather against my bare ass reminding me I was naked and ready to submit to this young stud. I slowly stroked my raging. I moved my hands down to her head, still bobbing up and down on my cock. I grabbed a handful of her hair with both hands and let out a loud groan, thrusting into her mouth. I said softly 'what do you think you're doing'. I seen my wife smile in the dim light, she said 'sorry' and started kissing me. I could taste my come, and I kind of liked it.I flipped my wife onto her back, kissed her deep and hard. I turned on my bedside light, i wanted to see her, I wanted to see how wet she was. I.