”“How long have you been driving?”“Three weeks.”She groaned in horror. I don’t know why. Madeline MarlowMrs. Spencer lingered on my mind. ...hat question if the young wife was being satisfied by her husband even close to what a futa could give her echoed about in my thoughts. I had to ignore it. Just because I hadn’t found passion in my failed marriage didn’t mean she wasn’t satisfied.Futas weren’t required to please a woman, right?They’re not, said Grace. Look what’s going on. Focus on that.I. Thinking About Saturday NightI can't believe I'm rubbing myself off again, thinking about what happened Saturday night. What is this, the fifth time? The sixth? And it's only Tuesday morning.Thinking about Scott and me having sex in the same room with my sister Cathy and her husband Carl. That was hot as hell, even though we'd done it before. Noisier this time though, lots of grunting and groaning, Scott on top of me, Carl in the next bed taking Cathy from behind...And then afterward when Cathy. Unbeknownst to her I was able to make several copies of our sex tape. While she witnessed me copying over the original, and then destroying the tape, she was not aware other copies existed. At that part I started to work a plan to show the tapes to other men.I traveled on a regular basis to overnight locations with my job and I started to make contact with other gentlemen who might enjoy my wife on film. Every attempt was made to remain anonymous and I only showed the tapes at district. “Never mind,” I said. “She and I will talk if she wants. I’m good.”“Okay,” said Ava. “Good. We should go out and join the folks.” I nodded, and followed their lead outside.“Bea and Regis joined me as soon as I made my appearance. I mean they immediately joined me. It was becoming clear to me that I had handlers today. I was not to be left to my own devices under any circumstances. That bothered me some, but I let it go. I guess I was going to be handled.In spite of what Ava had said. I didn’t.