Overbearing. Foolish. Convinced of their own wisdom and righteousness in spite of all evidence.‘By the time I’m done, none of you will be “like ...od” ever again.’The door to Helen’s quarters creaked open and Jessica stepped through. Dirty clothes. Body odor. Untouched food spoiling on a table near her bedside. Jessica almost gagged as she made her way to the center of the room. She covered her mouth and nose, standing still as she let herself acclimate to the squalid conditions.“Oh ... it’s you.. I had kissed my wife many times in the heat of passion just like this, but it was so much different to watch her doing it with another man, and to see her in a way that I could never see her if it was us doing it. I would find out as the evening went on, that "this", (watching her, and seeing her in a way that I could never see her when we do it), was going to be the real thrill, of sharing her with another man! Ron had his hand on my wife's right tit, playing with her nipple. With the back of. Seeing him every week just helps confirm that I am not with the person that I was intended to be with. What makes it worse is that he is with one of my very best friends. This is so wrong on so many levels. One weekend, when he was home, we got to talking about my upcoming trip to the town where he goes to college. I told him that I had to run some "bigger city" errands. We laughed and made plans to meet for a late lunch that day. The next couple of days went by so slow. And I know it was. "Hi, its me." I said, stating the obvious. Oh where have you been my whole life? “Hi Sarah, I’m so glad you made it. Come on in.” He showed me into the lounge. “I won’t be more than a few minutes, sweetheart, just take a seat and I’ll be back with you in a minute”. I did as he asked and sat on his old brown chesterfield sofa to wait for him. Being left on my ownlike that was a bit nerve-wracking but to pass the time I looked around the long room I was sat in, noticing how.