"I haven't seen her in a long time, she's been working in other state but we're supposed to make money to get together." What's her name?" I asked, my...pride wanting to know the name of my rival, the one that was taking my man away from me."It doesn't matter, you don't know her." It does fucking matter, what's her fucking name?" Marlene, alright, Jesus!" He exclaimed."Marlene," I repeated, tasting her name in my mouth, it tasted sour "where's she from?" She's from my home town, why the sudden. I'm in my early 40ies-ish so the vast majority of these events transpired over 20 years ago some are burned into my memory, others have some details that have been forgotten. Bit of background first. I've been...exposed, for lack of a better word, to sex since I was very young. Like most k**s growing up in the 80's, my dad had a bit of an extensive porn collection. I can remember being a little k** and seeing magazines lying in my parents bedroom partially, but not very well, hidden. I was. I say 'k**' because I was looking for someone young, over eighteen, of course, but hopefully not too much over. I myself had just married a much younger man and youthful males somehow especially excited me at this stage of my life. So if I was getting off on having a much younger husband, Rick was going to get off on having himself a much younger male partner. Somehow the idea of it started to make my head spin – some virile eighteen year old k** fucking my twenty-five year old husband! Now I. Suddenly I felt really out of place, and said, "well, it's getting dark, so I'd better get back and do a little homework for tomorrow". We moved toward the back porch, and right after I went thru the screen door, I turned and thanked her so much for the dinner. Then I offered, "I hope you feel a lot better tomorrow..." her response was "what time can you come over and clean up my car, it really needs a good wash before the weekend " At that moment, I really felt she was giving me an "OUT", so I.