I needed some relief from the pain caused by my husband's infidelity. As we danced, he responded with a modest tumescence which I encouraged. I desper...tely needed reassurance that I had worth. Before we went too far the dance ended and Laura asked me for the next dance. Laura led as the man and I felt a closeness to her, and we danced intimately, rubbing our bellies and groins together. She whispered that she liked me and suggested that we might become even more friendly. I demurred a bit but I. She didn’t love Eddie. She didn’t worry about losing him. That made her stronger. And ironically more effective as a sex partner.Those thoughts led Joe to think about her relationship with him. How their intellectual and creative intimacy made her worry. Not about losing him, but getting too interested in him. Falling in love. Breaking her heart. Fearing the physical intimacy would match the intellectual one. To the point of keeping it distant. Having another woman run interference from too. Two men came in carrying a cooler full of beer. The first thing they noticed were the panties and bra on Jim's floor. She recognized the first guy in the door. He was one of the three men she had fucked on Jim's DVD. Then he recognized Lori. “Well, Lori. How the hell are you? I heard you got married. Oh well, I guess a wedding ring don't plug no holes, huh?” “Oh Jim, I've got to go now. Ron will be expecting me soon.” Lori begged. “Like hell you are. We're going to fill your holes. " Oh, dear. I'm afraid to go on. You see, as he was doing that, he kissed me on my neck and said, 'Hi, Mom. What's cooking?' You know, the kind of thing he'd normally ask me if it's almost dinnertime. Except he was running his hands all over my bare bottom like, well... , like he owned me! And that's not the worst! In fact, that's nothing compared to what he did to me later. Before I even had a chance to reply, he roughly turned me around, pulled my top down so my breasts sprang free, and.