And there was that lavender andblack bra; the first one I had tried on at Adrienne's shop; the one withthe cute little black bow in front. There were...also matching panties. As I stood and looked at them I suddenly heard my wife's voice frombehind me "Is that outfit okay?" she asked. "uh... well... I guess so..." I responded very hesitantly."Oh good," she replied enthusiastically, ignoring the hesitancy in myvoice. "Let me help you with your bra." She picked it up and handed itto me. I. Next a few young guys entered the room withwatching us fuck. One of them standing close by had dropped his pants and was playing with his cock inside his underware, the wife on her back while I was fucking her. I said to him ‘her mouth is free if you want to use it’. He dropped his underwear, I moved the wife to the edge of the bed, her head hanging off the side. He shoved his cock in her mouth and she sucked him rock hard while I continued to fuck her. I then asked him if he wanted to fuck my. .. anymore than she had been, once he'd gotten out of the hospital and come home to sit in a chair and stare in numbed bitterness at a wall he couldn't see.Maybe he shouldn't blame her. What a hell of a life to offer a girl of twenty-eight, a handicapped husband of the same age, with nothing to look forward to but a paltry police pension for the rest of their life. It was no damned wonder she'd wanted to get out and go to work, the way he had sat around for an entire year feeling sorry for. Being a family of seven, their nights often turned into rowdy ones. The door clicked closed behind her. Grace flinched at the finality of the sound. She paced the wooden floorboards and nibbled her thumbnail, then yanked her hand away when she remembered she’d given up the habit years ago. " Gracie, stop for a minute.” Tom snagged her elbow and turned her toward him. “What’s going on? Is something wrong with Alison?” “No. What?” Grace blinked. “No. She’s fine. There’s nothing wrong.