It became addiction that I had sex with her everyday. That was the day of Friday, entire room is filled with sex posters and nice erotic smell and thi... time rose and others flowers are on the bed.Her friend came, she must be in her 40s but looked very beautiful. she was tall too. she introduced me to her and then we had drinks and long chat. In the evening suddenly she asked to get naked in front of her, i did so and her friend asked to sit on her lap, I sat and she hugged so tightly that I was. He was an admirer of my wife, not only when she ran, but also at the local strip joint (where she danced a few nights per week). But, that, as is commonly said, is another story of its own. He explained that some of his girls had agreed to do only massage and a maximum of a “local” (hand job). He had two girls who would do full sex with the customers. He asked my wife what she would prefer to do. She said that she could “do it all”. Of course, that made Bill very happy. He asked Janis to show. There was no violence here, the coercion was all emotional, and the desire plainly sexual. Bill had made his intentions clear in the bathroom. He didn't want to hurt me, or even force me; he wanted to love me in some sick and twisted way. That he did have to force me, there was the real irony of the moment. I was getting my fantasy and I didn't want it, because it was being thrust upon me. Bill could love me, but only because I had to let him.Life, I decided, is an evil thing. Love, too.. . after he and I exchanged "nods" of good morning, I remarked how much "easier it was this way", with just "the guys" ... I think he got my drift, as he cracked a little grin over the stove ... We had a good man-to-man talk ... I did bring up that Saturday was coming, and how the HELL could we avoid that damn Barbershop (?). He shrugged and said, "You know son, I figure in about 2-3 years, you'll be on your own and can do anything you want ... you think you can hang out until then... ?" A very.