After tugging everything back into a semblance of decency -- not that the dress was really decent -- and tossing the little vibe necklace back over my...neck, I braced myself and opened the stall door. The sink counter top and mirrors were directly across from the stalls, and sitting on the surface was a slip of a girl. She couldn't have been more than five feet tall, and maybe a hundred pounds wet. Her dress, a neon blue version of mine, showcased tiny pointed tits, a miniscule waist and. I open the mini fridge and peer inside. ‘I hope that was ‘eggs’, cause that’s all we have for breakfast anyway.’ ‘Mmmm, yeah, eggs, fine.’ You twist and stretch like a cat waking from an afternoon nap. I pause for a moment with egg carton in hand as I watch the morning sunlight bathe your body. You stop tossing and I wonder if my method of waking you was actually counterproductive. I decide not to complain for now, since you are kind enough to stop in a position that allows me an excellent view. I instinctively pulled her towards me to support her weight and she felt the stiffness of my cock against her waist. We stayed in this position for perhaps a minute. One arm wrapped around me for support and one hanging limply by her side. She was jerking softly to the movement of my fingers in her panties. We didn't discuss afterwards, but she may have come on my fingers. We didn't kiss but at some point she realised that she was a participant and in a strange uncomfortable and languorous way. She responded with rather brazen delight in the experience, with both noise and hips to confirm that fact.Finally, in a very rapid succession, first Flora, then Ollie, and then Carlos came at last. I got the impression that Ollie wouldn't have come so soon, but for the continued excitement of the night. It wasn't every day that one went from an uxorious husband of a presumably faithful wife to slamming one's wife's colleague in a double-penetration threesome and sharing one's wife with a man.