She was pretty and she and Paula had gone to college together. They had been roommates for the last two years and friends ever since. They were both t...irty-five years old while my wife was forty-five and I was fifty years old.My wife is a good looking woman and had a great body…however, the other two women made her look just plain old normal. As it turned out all three women wore a 36-C bra and basically could share each other’s clothing. That was great but from what I had seen in the pictures. She didn't seem too upset. I told her occasionally I would come on her panties, but that I mostly like to get her panties as soon as she took them off. "Thats why you are always around when I am changing" she said. I said yes that is why. Almost like a light went on...she said if you want I will put them aside for you as long as you promise not to come on them...I agreed. Wow could this be happening? She had devilish look in her eye after that statement. Honey do you want to make love? I was so. Fast forward now two years (this would be 1983)---At the time of the picnic conversation I alluded to above, I didn't know that my wife was involved in fucking someone else. That only came to light about six months after our divorce. I'd met the guy she was fucking, too, but I didn't know it. He was a slightly younger black guy by the name of Duane, who worked in the shipping-receiving department where my wife worked; and though I maybe should have been angry about that...strangely enough, I. Inside the terminal it was back to limping around trying to find where I needed to be. I reported to the passenger loading area well before the plane was to leave. I didn't think to pick up a book, so I was stuck with reliving my past to fill in the time. The experience wasn't all that pleasant. Mostly they were simply painful memories. One after another, they marched through my conscious mind. No wonder I drifted in and out of sleep.I managed to wake up when the people around me began to stir..