It was my wife andshe wasn’t alone. There was a male voice and I couldn’tquite make out what was being said. I inched closer to the window...hoping not to be seen andas I looked in I almost fainted here was my wifesitting and talking softly with another man on my owncouch. I didn’t know whether to feel anger or be hurtbut either way I couldn’t stop looking. My wife was sitting with a well dressed man who lookedto be quite a bit younger than my wife. I shouldprobably. She finished and came to her room where I have changed into comfortable clothes to wear for sleep. She got dressed in to her old college cheerleading shirt and just underwear. I was lying on her bed ready to sleep because the tequila and the weed was taking a toll on my body. She asked me if I wanted to smoke some more and I said yes and so we smoked in her living room with her roommate. I was sitting cross legged on her couch in my shorts when she lighted up the pipe and passed it to me. Her. I told her that it was still too soon to tell since I'd only started a week earlier but I was optimistic about future changes. I was feeling a bit short changed about this session because she seemed to be spending more time writing things down then asking questions. That bothered me.We ended our session with a customary hug and scheduling of the next appointment but she had opened a door that I hadn't given a lot of thought to and that had to do with the question: Would I recognize Deanna if I. Harry had reached around and was feeling my swelling cock and I was holding his. We jacked each other as the girls enjoyed each other and watched us. Misty, not waiting any longer, came to me and bent over and let me see her fabulous cunt. Wet, wide and red from the licking, it was delicious looking. I bent to lick it. Soon my cock was in her and pumping away. I felt something behind me. It was Harry. Misty was smiling at him. Diane had her hands on Harry's large cock and was helping him.