I was a law student at the time. Perhaps, because of my studying, I wasn't paying enough attention to her, but nights when I was studying and she felt...restless, she'd pick a fight, storm out of the house, go downtown and spend the night in an all night movie.It gradually began to dawn on my that she probably wasn't spending all that time alone. I wasn't terribly disturbed by that realization -- we had already been involved in some mild swinging so I wasn't particularly concerned if she was. I played blackjack for a couple of hours and lost a quarter of a million dollars. We were not sure whose money we had lost, but suspected it once belonged to the mafia. If so, then we were giving back, so to speak. Our quarry played roulette like they drank, with abandon. Their losses never really mounted, because one, or the other would always catch a good drop and make back a bit.The two men were clearly middle-eastern. One was a little over six feet and just under two hundred pounds. He had. And the damn one-ness continued to bother me. I loved her, still Love her, but my cock is a social animal and it refuses to stay 'at home' with anyone. I've read Sue's story (A BUSY WEEK) and I know that Sue threw her lover out of her bed, out of her life, because he couldn't keep his cock idle when he wasn't with her, but if Carrie wants to do the same thing to me, that's a risk I'll have to take. Or maybe it's a risk she'll have to take.I moved my lips to the underside of her left tit,. . This older guy was near me in a row of books, and he was holding this book like he was reading it, but really he was looking at me... I was squatting down to look at the lowest shelf, and he was looking down my dress at my tits." My erection, noticeably pushing against the front of my pants, pulsed at her words. I bent over further, hoping to disguise the bulge, but she couldn't see from where she was and continued. "So, he's doing this pathetic job of pretending to read, I mean really.