He felt she had done well last night: her little breakdown was a good sign – balance was returning, and she had a sense of who she was.For my part, ... told them the now-familiar story of how I felt humiliated that strangers were sexually using my wife in front of me, and that my wife was drawing obvious pleasure from it.On one hand I wanted to stop it, to go back tothe way we were, but on the other I had never seen her more beautiful than when she was a slut –and yes, a whore.I was actually. So long as he is rowing he can't be touching her, and they won't be kissing. Yes, the sound is still there, but I know with a sense of dread that it will surely stop.There ... it stops quite suddenly. Not as if they were too far away to be heard, but as if, and only as if, he had stopped rowing. I know without a doubt what that means. He is running his hands up and down my love's back and sides, echoing the way she has been rubbing her hands on his thighs. Why had she been taunting him so? She. Careful we dont have enough bandages if you hurt yourself more. Autumn teased me. Im going to my room maybe my phone is charged come on I need your light to find my way. I turned on my phone light back on and we made our way to her room upstairs and found her phone buzzing on her bed. Its Richard. Autumn said as she grabbed her phone and began to read the texts this Richard guy sent her. Whos Richard? I asked trying to look over her shoulder. Some guy from university hes a friend checking up. He got some financing from the grocery and drug stores he had worked for who were glad to outsource. It didn’t take long for him to have a nice income plus lots of sex, sometimes two and three willing pussies in one day. He didn’t bother dating.A few months later Julia called Rod. She had been sending him Christmas cards and pictures of the child, now two, on her birthday. In spite of the renewed interest in her pussy by her husband, she had not conceived again. She was ready for another child.