"My wife and I dressed and left. But the Smiths sent us a nice email containing an apology and an invitation to join them again. The postscript to tha... is we became regular play partners for years afterward.FIVE: We met a man we were interested in and invited him back to our house for a three-way. He made it clear in advance that he was "not at all bisexual" but would be willing to help me fuck my wife.We began things in a standard fashion, with her giving him head and me fucking her with a. So around 3 am we decided to head back to my friends place his wife was suppose to be out visiting her mum and staying over so we all just crashed where ever we could find a soft place to lay our heads since they were still partying I decicded to go n crash in my friends bedroom.I'm sure I was knocked out within 5 minutes and I slept like a log I'm sure of it cause the world around me just faded away fast and since the bedroom was empty I slipped under the sheets just with my shorts on since I. . no Elise. I think that's in the past now. We aren't the same ... or at least, I'm not. We can't rewrite history. We just have to get on with ... things."I thought I saw a look of relief quickly pass. It was just as well. I didn't have any strong feelings about her one way or the other any more. It was a shame. She was a very attractive woman, perhaps even more beautiful than she was eight years ago.We sat and talked about mutual friends from the past and I felt comfortable with just. At one point in the conversation, we even exchanged mobile numbers, though I am not sure why I did this. Our conversation was casual up to the point where Kate asked me the real reason why I was in this particular café at this particular time. It brought a huge grin to my face; and the famous scene from Casablanca to my mind.I could have said anything from, ‘I missed you,’ or, ‘I wondered how you were getting on,’ anything would have sufficed. Instead, I looked her in the eye and smiled.I think.