As I was trying to explain myself and concurrently making myself look like quite a fool. She held up her hand, to stop me. "Tom has told me the story,... she said. "But I'd like to hear it from the whore's mouth, so to speak." Then I noticed an evil smile.I timidly recounted the tale for her, leaving nothing out. I told her about my failing marriage. How my wife had caught me masturbating to gay porn and how she'd taken my children from me after our divorce. When I got to the point in my story. “What’s this?” I wondered, but she put a finger to my lips.The other girls surrounded me and began kissing my flesh while we watched, every last one of them focusing their affections on me right then. Melanie rested her head on my lap and then repeatedly kissed my genitals as I sat on the floor in front of the TV. Paige kissed my upper back. Janine kissed my neck. Heather kissed my chest. Becca kept kissing my feet, which was very awkward, somehow more than any of the other incestuous things. But then I always come to the conclusion that I would do it probably exactly the same way again. The thought of getting exposed, of my wife and my friends believing that I am a pervert who sucks cock and gets fucked up the ass secretly, a closet sicko, who doesn't care about his wife and about how dangerous it is to have sex, even if protected, with many different men. That's enough to make me endure what I am blackmailed to do. Speaking of safe sex: I always have to use condoms, no matter. I loved lying next to Connie as she ran her fingers across my chest. Words didn’t seem to be needed as we lay in the darkened motel room. “I am happy you came,” she said.“And I am happy you came too?” I said as I faced her with a smile, “And I am happy you were at the reunion.” I knew it was a lame play on of words but she smiled back.“You said you had something to show me,” Connie said as she kissed my neck.I rolled over and grabbed my appointment book that lay on the night stand. We moved up.