.. when he can't even... ? For the second time in split seconds she had thought of what he was doing in fundamental terms, the word she had adamantly ...efused to use, herself, ricocheting around inside her emotionally distraught mind. Fucking! Ron... fucking! Fucking... somebody else! My husband... fucking! Fucking her... instead of fucking me... his own wife!Fred Holden had heard also! He twisted his head to look toward the living room, seeing the writhing figures on the rug and knew instantly. She explained that the test was based on the theory that sexual activity is good for the cardiovascular system and increases the heart rate. Having done the treadmill test in the past, I opted for the new test. An appointment was set for the following week.I arrived at the office at 9 AM as instructed. Nurse Heather greeted me and led me into a room with an examination table and a machine on a cart. I signed a paper giving permission for them to give me the experimental stress test. I noticed. She figured Shelly would sleep in, as she crept quietly into her room she found she was correct.Shelly, as usual was naked beneath a thin blanket. Marcy knew this would be the right time to complete her plan so she unstopped the bottle of elixir, drank it down then quietly stripped off her robe to bare her full nudity below, she then got under the blanket with Shelly as sweat began to pour from every pore in her body in a slime-like quality. Shelly was lying on her stomach so Marcy lied atop. At first, I was sceptical, but after a lot of negotiating, I eventually agreed to their request. After all, what was not to like from my perspective, having two very hot and sexy nineteen-year-olds naked around the house meant that I was walking around with a semi hard-on permanently, doubly so when they took to wearing high heels and various chains and the like to accentuate the nakedness.That night had woken something in Amy, at first she had said that the wanton slut with which she had acted.