“So what is this?” he asked.“She’s my wife,” I said.“I didn’t know she was married.”“You knew she was married. She never took her ri...g off.”He shrugged. He looked at her again. She was on the bed on her knees with her ass up in the air and her wrists cuffed behind her knees. She was naked except for the thigh high stockings and the pearls and the leather wrist cuffs and her wedding ring. Her face was turned toward me, away from the man standing in the doorway. She was watching me patiently.I. I never told Jon about his father and me. He did comment how much his Dad’s attitude had improved and seemed to enjoy how sexual I had become with him. For me it was very fulfilling, fucking the two wonderful men I loved. Jon was somewhat surprised when Ed announced he was going to move from Chicago to sunny Arizona. He found an apartment near our home. We continued our erotic relationship until he became ill. Ed moved into a hospice home. It was sad to see such a virile man lay helpless and. No, just…no.” He sighed and turned from me. “Mr. Parker, I graduate in a few months, and I turned 18 last week. There is nothing illegal about it so long as no one finds out.” I reached up to my tank top and began to pull down one of the straps. “No one will know?” Mr. Parker asked, looking down and sounding suddenly amused. “Not a soul.” I pulled the other strap to my tank top down a bit, and walked over to Mr. Parker, of whom had sat back down after letting everything sink in. “So do tell,. Itwasn't my fault!" She inquired, "What happened? Tell me all about it." He explained, "Rob Peters started an argument with me. He keptjabbing his finger in my chest. Finally I couldn't take it anylonger and I hit him. We got into a fight and they fired both of usfor fighting. The union says they don't think they can do much asfighting is well spelled out in the contract. I just snapped whenRob started punching my chest with his finger and shouting at me.He dared me to do something about it.