John zipped his pants up and left the apartment. Although Carl felt humiliated watching his wife fuck another man it still turned him on and he wante... to lose his virginity. He quickly removed his clothes exposing his tiny hard on to his wife and had her lie on the bed. She lay there quietly as he began to fuck her in a missionary position. His small penis squished around in John’s cum. Her pussy was too stretched out for him to get any traction and after a while he gave up and jerked off. . Before he left he figured he’d check out Betty’s room. It was amazing how much clothing was on the floor and bed, Brendan figured her dresser must be empty. He walked to her bedside table and out in the open was a little bullet vibrator. Brendan chuckled to himself, admiring how little Betty cared. He didn’t have a desire to sniff her panties or anything and turned to leave, when he saw a familiar bear on Betty’s dresser. Betty had a bunch of stuffed animals on display and Brendan had to be. "Anything else?"Frieda's eyes were saucers. "REALLY? HOLY SHIT! You WEREN'T lying!" she howled at Beth. Whirling back to me, she asked, "Was Mrs. H really jilling off?"I turned to Beth. "Your mother will be horrified!" To Frieda, I said, "I didn't witness that, but her nightgown was suspiciously bunched at the waist when we discovered her." Oh ... My ... GOD!" Frieda took a slug of beer. "I'm sorry Sweetie -- it was just SOOO out there..." Frieda turned back to me. "But there's more to it,. She saw him more when they rented the small apartment on the other side of town. She was happier before they bought the house…the house…the house. Their thoughts, their conversation, their energy, and their money were all pent up in the house. A house had suddenly defined their existence, given new purpose and meaning to their marriage for a while, but now the house had taken control of their lives. Everything was about the house. Emotions misplaced from the emptiness of their relationship.