When he returned he found Peter with one arm around his wife and his other hand holding Michelle’s. Peter looked up at Keith as he handed him the dr...nk and grinned as he said. “I guess this is a little awkward seeing you’re ex holding hands with another man.”Keith tried being polite. “It’s OK.”Peter chuckled. “Good. Glad to hear it. Guess we’ll get you broke in as the ex-husband tonight.”The remark made Keith a little uncomfortable but he sat down trying to smile as he looked toward the TV. 9:19 shines on the clock located in the center console. Forty more miles. Jeremy sits in his truck cruising at a respectable speed of seventy-five miles per hour. With nothing to do but drive and think, he does exactly that. Every night and every day he drives fifty miles to work and another fifty miles back. Every night he thinks. Thinking about relationships, work, the economy. Tonight though he is thinking about writing those short stories he very much enjoys. He is trying to creatively. I then dressed casually and retuned downstairs to find my wife seated at one end of the table, candles lit, the table beautifully set and a bottle of Champagne chilling in an ice-bucket. I leaned down and kissed my wife again, who took the opportunity to stroke my semi-hard cock through my slacks."Why don't you loose these clothes" she requested "You're home now and wont need them." I smiled and quickly undressed. Once naked, she gave my cock and very sensual full-length lick as she looked up. “You won’t go to jail. We’ll tell them what happened.It’ll be okay, I promise.”Sirens wailed and the red lights flashed through thewindow telling us the ambulance was here. I ran downstairs and tripped over the baby-gate at the bottom. Myknee twisted and came out of joint. I hobbled to thedoor and let the EMTs in. I told them he was upstairsand clutched my leg. They brought Mikel down strapped to a backboard andloaded him on the gurney outside the porch. I.