I invited the family over to my pool and soon we became good friends, especially Jake and I. Jake was a good-looking guy, dark hair like mine had been...before the gray set in, and tall. Bev, as Jake had told me on more than one occasion had been a petite girl, but after the births of the two boys she had let herself go and was now overweight. She was about 4’10 inches tall, but weighed about 150 pounds. I will have to admit, 40 of those were in tits, as she had a nice pair.Sometimes after. My wife and I made a trip out to Vegas for the first time. And we stayed in a hotel that had a glass elevator in it. When I say the elevator I knew that I was going to fuck her in that elevator. Since we did not have a honeymoon when we got married we asked for the honeymoon suite and the lady at the counter said all suites where on the top floor of the hotel. Which was forty-five stories up. As we climbed into the elevator I told my wife that having sex in here would really turn me on. She. She told me so we went to the police together. They didn’t do anything. Didn’t even file a report. But, I guess they were afraid of being ID’d. Maybe since rape is getting more attention these days. So they killed her. Drive-by. Nothing special. Nothing could be proven. But I knew who they were. So I went to their house and... I think you know the rest.”“So... they were... Okay, but why not just use a gun? Why a machete?”“It was actually my wife’s machete. She got it from her mom, you know.. He called last week and said he wife would be npbusy all day Saturday and if I would like to meet hi. At a home he was showing in NorthEast Philly. He explained it was empty but at least we could chat without everyone listening I met him at the house and we looked around and we openly talked about how we started being bi and what we liked most about it. How we wished we could tell our wives but feared the unknown of how they would react so it was best that we keep this our secret. Anyway I.