My earlier experience with Anitha gave me confidence this time to touch Arifa’s body without any hesitation. She was leaning to me with her boobs ne...r my chest and was trying to splash her legs while I was holding her in the hips. Even though she was my friend’s mother, I was really horny on seeing her like that and so close to me.After splashing for sometime, she got tired and took rest standing there. When she stopped her action, she clearly felt my hardened penis touching her thighs above. I should be thanking them. ‘Fourth row down, third one across. Again I am sorry.' I tried to send another reply, but it came back. Unavailable to deliver the message. I looked at the video. I ran out of the room and into the bathroom. The contents of my stomach spilled out into the toilet. I washed my mouth out and wiped my face. I couldn't watch it again. I couldn't even think about it. My husband was having sex with a man. The same man I had slept with, bore children with and shared a life. Brady and I had been friends our entire lives. He was a year and a half older than me and lived a few houses down. Being older, he led and I followed. Sometimes I wonder if Brady’s leadership was good for me, forcing me to take chances and do things that I normally wouldn’t, or if deferring to him was actually the cause of my shyness and reticence. Either way, over the years we had developed a symbiotic relationship. Brady was boisterous, outgoing, and adventurous and being his best friend. At first he bent down to hear her. Then he smiled. Not a friendly smile but a kind of mean smile, and leaned back. His demeanor totally changed and he started feeling her hard biceps as I watched just a few feet away. He motioned toward another black man at the bar who was also watching, and I saw her nod her head up and down rapidly. Then he grabbed her forcefully by the arm and lead her over to me. "Your girlfriend wants to fuck me and my friend" he said to me with a sneer. "If you want to.