I wanted my engagement ring back, things were not going to work out, we should both move on. Her mother and father were incensed; Rita was incensed. "...ita are we supposed to be exclusive?" I asked. She agreed we were. "Who is this Rita?" I asked as I produced a picture that showed her with a man who was definitely not me. Standard shit was the answer. Just a friend, nothing happened, just happened to meet and say hello, only met him once. Where did I get this? It was standard stuff. Are you. I obeyed.I kept my hands by my side, but my penis pointed at her quite conspicuously. She was holding the non-slotted spatula. After a brief deliberation, she walked over to the dresser and set the spatula down next to a bottle of lotion she kept there. Then she walked to me and took my penis in her hand, using it like a tether to pull me to the dresser. Once there, she released me again and put her hands on my shoulders, turning me around. She grabbed the sides of my pants and pulled them. Is it almost time Matt?"It was way past time! I was trying to keep from exploding so I could give her a "Mind Shattering Orgasm!" Seems silly now but that's all I knew about sex back then. Stuff I read in dirty books."Just about honey." Was my short reply.Nancy produced her little white panties and said, "Ready when you are!" I think she might have read a dirty book or two herself.And then The juice began to flow. I cried out her name and wave upon wave of pleasure began to wash over me and I. “Sure there is. Have I shocked you, telling you I’m going to be a shared wife?” “Well, a bit, “ I admitted. “I don’t even know what that means.” She laughed, “Oh, it’s nothing special, just Clark’s agreed to share me with other men. Means I have a licence to be a slut.” I knew she’d always been flightier than me, though that wouldn’t have been difficult, but I had imagined that most of what she said was just exaggerated flights of fantasy. “But how could you? You’re married, you have kids.” “I.