But I freeze at the sound of her voice. By the time I recover my wits, her fingers are kneading the muscles on my neck, working a magic that overwhelm... my better judgment."Oh, Sweetie," Manda purrs, "your muscles are sooo tense."I groan in agreement. But tense only begins to describe it. Manda is not some faceless stranger. Manda is the girl next door that I've known almost all my life as Amanda.For the next fifteen minutes, Manda oils and rubs my naked back and arms and legs as I'm wracked by. Did you like it Linda asked. I replied I couldn't wait for the next time.The next time Linda was heading to the gym she showed me the bikini she was going to wear, very low cut in the pussy area, very little material she asked if this was OK to wear. I told her it was if she came back ready to play like before. Linda kissed me on the way out saying of course. When Linda arrives home the first words out of her mouth are, Oh honey I'm such a slut. I reply and I love my slut wife. Oh honey, Linda. And that was after sex ed in health class during eighth grade, which was basically useless.”“There I’ll agree with you. Sex ed is a travesty.”The waitress came to take our orders and we both ordered salads with Sprite to drink.“My dad thought it was an outrage, of course. He thought me knowing about it would make me want to do it. I think it’s the opposite, really. Once I had the details, and not just ‘put penis into vagina, move until ejaculation, repeat until pregnant’, I didn’t feel the need. My fingers gripped the wheel, turning the knuckles white then pink again, as they clenched and unclenched the wheel. ‘ How dare he make this my fault? Where had he been when I had to work late? I still made him dinner. I still rubbed his back when mine ached from the demands of long hours hunched over my desk. Why should I apologize for becoming successful? It wasn’t my fault that he didn’t share the drive. He was content with his position and his job. He worked long hours but they were.