.., well, where to begin? Bitsy has alwaysbeen a person who other people underestimated. She was too pretty and hersocial connections were too perfect... She and I discussed these thingsover the course of our college years many more times than I can remember.What I learned about her from those conversations, many of themstretching to the wee hours, was that she made up her mind that there wasno point in trying to buck the system. She came to the realization thatshe could 'use' the system of her. “I’m going into the living room and putting on a movie. I don’t want to listen to you two talk about sports all night,” she said as she left the kitchen. Both men followed her like puppies at meal time. She took a seat on the loveseat sofa and started clicking the TV remote to find a flick. Her husband took a seat on his “throne”, a big overstuffed recliner chair. John stood in the middle of the living room with a look of confusion on his face.“Here John, I’ll let you sit next to me,” she said. The game had changed instantly. The rules I had lived and played by were no longer in effect. What was real, what was fact, and who could I trust? Was I a laughing stock, a joke, to everyone at my wife's work, to her family? Who knew I was a cuckold? Was my marriage over? Had it been over for some time and I just didn't realize it? Did Olivia love the guy? Would she divorce me for him? Would that be such a bad thing?I had to fight to keep my dinner down as I listened to the conversation between. Ava laughed as she leaned forward and took Cynthia’s earlobe between her lips. ‘I think we can,’ she said as her hands trailed up Cynthia’s body and skimmed the sides of her breasts. ‘We’re gonna get caught. I can’t do this,’ Cynthia said as she leaned back into Ava, her body sending the exact opposite message. ‘You don’t wanna get caught?’ Ava asked, smiling through her words and circling Cynthia’s nipples with her flattened palms. ‘You don’t think the idea of someone watching you cum in my.