For his age he was very self-assured and at various times his hands had felt all of the easily accessible parts of me, as well as trying for others th...t were more difficult to get at, he had done it nicely, slowly, caressingly – definitely not just a series of quick gropes, as was more usually the case with boys of my own age. He had borrowed his father’s car and on the way home he naturally drove us to a secluded spot and parked. We did a lot of kissing and some pretty frenzied fondling for a. She explained that they should play another game. The men would be blindfolded while the women jacked them off, and the men would have to guess who was pleasuring them. They all agreed, and the men blindfolded themselves, sat back, and waited. The women stood in front of the bed, motioning at the men and unanimously agreeing to switch partners. They giggled, hushed each other, and crawled back onto the bed. The other man was hard again from watching the spectacle, but the husband needed some. My apartment was close, so we went there to think what to do.When I got in the door, I automatically stripped off my clothes, before it occurred to me to leave them on. Susan hesitated then stripped too. Oh well.We sat beside each other, staring at the floor.“I always fuck things up,” she sniffled. “What are we going to do?”We talked, thinking how to apologize, how to undo the damage and regain Melissa’s trust. I began to understand why threesomes rarely worked.Susan cried a little more so I. She had a career once, albeit just in the typing pool of an accountant's, but still, she felt part of something then, a cog in a giant wheel. Now it was more like a tiny hamster wheel, turning and turning, day after day, the same view out the side of the cage. She hastily brushed her hair out and stood up from the dressing table. Her bath had finished running, and would be getting cold. Plus she was on a strict schedule. She unzipped her dress and let it drop to the floor, stepping over it.