There was total silence from our audience as they watched my orgasm come and go, then Wren’s. She didn’t put her hands on her tits but I did, and ... abused one nipple like I had abused my own.Both of us were sated, but the vibrators were starting the cycle again. I said, “That was good wasn’t it?”“Yes it was.”“So are you ready for a repeat performance Wren?”“Yes I am.”“Good, because if Aryn has left your vibe running like he has mine, we aren’t going to have much choice in the matter.”I looked. But, my friendship with her wasn’t really the kind that I’ve had with other girls I’ve been friends with. We were; what people would call ‘friends with benefits (FWB)’. This isn’t really new or uncommon, in fact, a lot of people even have multiple FWBs.We’ve met during a bus ride, and were both horny enough to actually explore each other during the trip (As I’ve told in my first draft stories). Moving forward, around my 3rd year of University when I rented my own place, we’ve started to fool. .." OK, well, don't say I didn't warn you. We were married about six years, and then..."The carnival music carried on, and the wheel kept turning.It was a long week for me. Lots of meetings, lots of sitting in meetings listening to our guys talk – there were five of us now – and argue and jeeeze, I thought carpenters were bloody-minded but game developers? They take it all to a whole new level. But what was weird is that these guys could scream and yell at each other and call each other names,. The house had been built one hundred years ago this year and she wanted everyone to get a chance to come back to their roots. She had even spent some time working on the family tree to display. Things had been going so well but the last few months everything had just seemed to go into slow motion. She’d made so many plans and accomplished less than half of them. At least we got the second bathroom put in she thought wryly as she used the plunger on the toilet. That was where her sister found.