Next Thursday morning, as I was getting ready to leave, I sensed my sweet wife was acting a bit nervous. Better I could say, she looked excited. I kne... it would be the day chosen for cheating me.The day before she had purchased some new lingerie outfit: a new black lace bra and a very tiny black thong. It was stranger to me.After lunch, I turned on my laptop and began checking cameras. Everything looked fine; except for my wife. Ana was in our bedroom. She had enjoyed a shower and now she was. They're not hurting anybody." "I suppose that's true, but it doesn't seem right. Michael, what do you think?" "I agree with Mel. Tricia and Paul are consenting adults. If this is the life they want, it's their choice. They're not hurting anybody." I paused. After a moment I added, "But..." Jeanne asked, "But what?" "Is this really the life that both of them want?" Amy said, "They are choosing to live it." Slowly nodding, I said, "That's true, but Paul is in love with Tricia. While I don't doubt. .. just like that!” Hector blurted as much as he could through his tears and Cassie’s.“He hasn’t hung up, yet,” Cassie pointed out that they were still on speaker with Karl.“Who is that?” Karl wondered now, a bit disoriented by the news that he had to deliver and the way that Kirsten now held onto him for support.“That’s ... Margie ... our hostess ... and waitress at the Waffle House. Why is she doing both roles, I have no idea, but she is,” Hector informed his brother.“Because everyone else. It was hot by now and felt good on my back. I turned around, let my chin rest on my chest, closed my eyes and just stood there with the hot water playing on my head. And then I took myself in my hand and started playing with myself. Lightly, softly, slowly. Not my usual rush. All the time with a picture of Les in my head. My hand and my prick were no strangers to each other and hadn't been for 4 or 5 years. But I'd never been as gentle. I stood there in my own little world with the hot water.