‘Someday I hope we go to bed together every night.’ The gazebo had an octagon bench around the inside perimeter and thick cushions that their benc... on the lake path didn’t have. They sank into them wrapped in a cuddle with Abbie’s head buried in David’s shoulder. Silence between them let the sounds of the night invade their consciousness. Water rippled in the night breeze, an occasional splash of a frog jumping into the water, a few birds cried, otherwise the neighborhood was calm and they were. When the car came to a stop I expected to lean back and enjoy the climax, but she lifted her head out of my lap and left my cock standing at solitary attention.I was about to start the car and take her home when she shucked her dress off over her head, opened the car door and strode around the front into the headlights. There she was, in a garter belt, hose and stilettos. In the headlights, she did a little pirouette, then lifted both breasts up with her hands. Her pussy positively. He always sent her flowers or left her gifts from his trips away. She loved it, but none of it mattered, she just liked spending time with him. More often than not, she snuck out of her parents house to spend the nights with him while he was in town. Their intensity blossomed into love, and for 3 years, this was the life they became accustomed to. For the first two years, when Amber was with John, nothing else mattered, he made her feel like a princess. They had a fantastic sex life and he. Neither of them ever suggested we make our little sessions a three-way affair and I guess that fact brought me to the realization that they both were closer to each other than either of them was to me.Now that I could look more objectively at the triangle, I was almost driven to the brink of amusement at my asinine expectations and downright naiveté."How could I have been such a fool?"My question fell only on my suddenly fully aware ears but I was filled with a deep conviction that I needed to.