Jen smiled, “No we did the conventional wedding.”“You can still change it to the cuckold marriage,” Martin quickly replied.Jen’s eyes opened...even bigger as Martin moved his chair closer to her.Monique was chatting to me and Martin was chatting to my wife as the drinks flowed. I could see that Jen had an attraction to Martin by the was that she was looking at him and on more than one occasion, I saw him place his hand on her knee; she didn’t bat an eyelid, they just continued chatting and. She had left me a dishevelled, soaking mess on that toilet floor and I had to work out how to get my phone and portfolio from the networking room. I attempted to fix myself up as best I could in the mirror and made a very quick entry and exit. It was clear some noticed my now less than perfect look, but I knew they had no idea what had just happened.I drove home, my mind raced a million miles a second. What had I done. My body had betrayed me. Was it just my body or was this something deeper?. It was just after six in the morning and he was second on my list of deliveries, I folded the paper and pushed it through his letter box, but it stopped going in, so I thought to leave it sticking half-in, but when I released it, it fell onto the pathway, so I tried again, and I was getting annoyed as I had just started, I pulled it out and peered through the box, to see the obstruction.He was naked and masturbating, the paper was pushing against his pubic area, so I guess the thrill was a. " She started to sob a little but I think my holding her helped her maintain her composure."Kaleigh, I didn't know that. I was just playing with you. I was just trying to one-up your previous 'so scared' comment, with your hands flopping around. I'm sorry baby. It certainly wasn't my intent," I whispered to her as I rubbed her back.She pulled back from me, and suddenly had her bright, all the world's my oyster type smile, and said, "It's OK, Mike. I'm good, I'm OK. I know you didn't mean.