I paused outside the door to the bar to take a deep breath and settle my nerves a bit when I heard a voice behind me, “Hey there Rob! I wasn't’t ...ure if you’d actually show.” “Steve! I don’t know about you, but I could use a drink,” I replied and lead the way to a quiet corner table. We talked for a good couple of hours about life, work and our home lives. The topic finally got around to sex and I discovered that Steve was in the same boat as I was. Married to a woman he loved but barely. She took her hands and parted her legs and we both saw Brittany was wearing no panties under her dress. Amy ran one hand and then the other toward Brittany’s waiting pussy.Watching two ladies has always been a favorite fantasy for most men. And I am watching as the cute Amy dropped to her knees in front of Brittany who is blindfolded and thinks it is me. Amy inserted a finger into Brittany’s pussy and the moan was loud and long. While Amy was spending her efforts on Brittany, she was also. Each of them watching and copying from the others as they found better and stronger ways to cut and lace the stripped hides of the deer they had killed, into a network of laces on the snowshoe frames.They only ventured out of the cave twice during the rest of the day to tend the needs of their horses and mules, feeding them sparingly, watering them by melting snow in their two coffee pots and two skillets.Once again, they were up early the next morning, ready to head out for a second day of. Her private life was something of a mystery. None of the girls in the office knew if she was married, had a boy friend, or, as mostly was supposed, a girlfriend, tucked away and dominated by this dragon into sexual submission. The popular fantasy involved rubber and whips with lashings of baby oil and possibly a dungeon.She never once spoke of her private life, never mentioned children or family or any activity outside of the office. Conjecture was that she simply rolled into the broom closet.