Dave and I sat on the sofa and turned on the television, and I shut the bedroom door to provide some privacy to the strange and my wife. We could hear...them going at it in the bedroom again, and the camper was rocking. My wife was being very verbal in her enjoyment. Dave reached down my pants and began rubbing my cock, so I leaned over and pulled his cock out and began to suck him off. My wife was telling the guy to fuck her in the ass, Dave did not hesitate, and he flipped me over and grabbed. She smiled. In less time than it took for Felicia to button up, the squad car arrived in front of her house. Even though she felt fully recovered from that muscle wrenching orgasm that her friendly highway patrolman had brought on, she let him assist her to the front door with his arm around her waist. Should I invite him in? She contemplated for a brief moment as she unlocked the door. The issue quickly resolved itself when he stepped passed her into the house. He stopped in the center of the. The doorman was kind enough to wait up for me as I hinted that I might go home late. So that's one obstacle down. I needed to steady myself and sober up quickly; a 5 floor ride on the elevator isn't exactly that long for me to have time to fix myself. I didn't even bother removing my stilettos as I got off the elevator since the plush carpet would silence my footsteps. I took one deep steadying breath as I opened the door to our condo unit. I knew when these doors open; there will be hell to. I think it was all real. I think I felt something and I think Susan did too, but I didn’t start thinking that way until Monday. What really happened? And we were joking around! My IM was no worse than any of what we said face-to-face, but it’s hard to convey tone in text. That’s why I added the smiley; just kidding! Shit, now she thinks I’m a lesbian. But what was I trying to say? I don’t think I know any more. I’ve been looking at that last line for twenty minutes now. I do know what I was.