He started taking out my clothes one by one. My t-shirts and pants came out first. He then started digging in more to remove also my nightwear and als... my lingerie. I was embarrassed but not him. He stopped when he found a spaghetti top. I bought it so that I could sleep wearing it at night. It had a noodle strap and very low neck, so deep that my cleavage would be really visible if I wear it. He found a cotton short which was elastic and will clung on to my butt if I wear it. This is what you. The door bell rang and she took off to answer it. I stayed out on the deck expecting them to come out there. After about fifteen minutes I got up to go see where they were. I found my wife being fucked by two black guys in the center of our den floor. Marcus had his fat cock wedged in her pussy and a black guy I'd never seen before was sawing his long cock in and out of my wife's asshole. I sat on the couch and watched the two black guys wearing my little wife's cunt and ass out. The dude in. .”She cut me off.“In fact, don’t you have sex with almost any girl who asks, at least if she’s not involved with someone else?”“I do, but...”Again, Bethany cut me off with a wave of her hand.“Didn’t you have a friendship and sex relationship with Melanie?”“Yes,” I said, figuring that another question was coming.“That’s what I want. An occasional thing like you had with her. Exactly like you had with her. I mean, everything you did with her, Steve Adams!”“Do you even know what you’re asking. After I hobbled over to my iPod and disconnected it, I collapsed on my sofa and let the real hurt trickle in.Of all the songs I played, The Smiths hit the nail on the head: I knew it was over, and it never really began, but in my heart? It was so fucking real.And now I was so fucking lost.“So what brings you here today?”I stared at Dr. Penelope Lange—who didn’t look much older than me, by the way—and made a helpless sound. “Um, a terrible vodka and Barry Manilow hangover.”She smiled and tossed.