She was promoted as the office manager. She was not my boss but we had to interact often. Like I said before we did not get along. Then it dawned o... me why. She reminded a lot of my ex-wife. Her walk, her clothing style, mannerisms, even the way she laughed. uuuggghhh.When I realized this things began to change between her and I. I admitted my feelings to her and she understood. So we made a truce to start all over and we did. A few months later she had significant problems in her. She then brought up how she was lonely without me, would I mind if she went with her girlfriends for just a beer or two. Back then it was legal in our state to drink beer at 18. I was trusting enough to believe her so I had no problem with it. She came home later and later. She missed work because she was hungover. We lived in a pretty small town, it wasn’t long before I began to hear things. I confronted her. She denied it. I took off early one night and caught her. She denied they had done. .Round two saw us move from the couch to the bed. The three of us were chatting casually, the wife was between husband and myself and all 6 of our hands were slowly exploring each other.I was grateful for cooling down a little bit.Conversation turned sexual of course. Turns out this couple are as open sexually as I was lead to believe. Turns out the weekend before, after a night out on the town the wife got talking to 3 Aussie guys outside a pub. The husband arrive and invited the three guys. He didn't start pumping right away. Instead, he kind of wiggled it around to seat it all the way inside me."Do you feel that inside you? That's the way I want you. Now you're my bitch. My boy bitch. Ready for me to breed you?"I couldn't answer other than to moan. He felt so good. Then he started to slide out a little, then back in, slow at first, then with more speed until he was fucking me good, like a piston machine, in and out, fucking me hard, slapping his balls against me with each thrust..