Actually Carl seemed like a nice enough guy. The worst part of it for me was sitting at the dinner table listening to him and Fran go through all that..."do you remember" stuff. It was all innocent stuff like, "Remember Marge and Billy Crenshaw and the night that...", but it served to remind me that the man on the other side of the table used to sleep with my wife. Shouldn't be a biggie since I knew she had been married before when I met her. But knowing that I hadn't been there first and that I. I ordered her to stand and return to her jogging noticing as she did so the wet stain patch on the gusset of her jogging bottoms. I could clearly see the effects that the Balls were having in stimulating the walls of her cunt and knowing Charlady's capacity for creating her cunt juices I could imagine them pouring from her cunt lips and being soaked up by the bottoms.As she neared her completion of the second five minutes she asked for permission to cum but I denied her this right at this point. She muttered, “I hate you hating not knowing what is going on.”“What?”“Nothing.”“Where’s Chuck?”It wasn’t until mid-afternoon of the next day when Gary and Chuck returned to the house. The two men walked in the door trying to act casual, but they weren’t very convincing. One look at Betsy and they both knew she was a little irate. Rather than rushing to hug Chuck, she had stood there looking at the two men with an expression that could have curdled milk.Betsy glared over at Gary. He looked over. " Catherine silently mouths the words. She looks horrified at the thought that she could have been so arrogant. I say nothing in return. I merely nod my head in solemn agreement. We count 4 vehicles. When they pass, everyone lets out the breath they were holding"What now?" Diana leans in to ask."We wait some more." We should leave." Catherine says."I think- we -should- wait." I counter back. I can see that she wants to fight but she also seem to be struggling the the fact that I have been right.