A drinkwould make this easier. There were some beers in the fridge, but theyjust weren't strong enough. Slowly Stacy slid the sweat pants down herwais....She heard a movement upstairs and froze. Was Ben coming back downstairs?Was he going to catch her fucking a cucumber? Her heart raced at thethought and somehow only made her want to do it more.But no one came downstairs. After a minute Stacy finished removing thesweat pants.She looked at her legs again and ran her free hand gently down herthigh.. We played strip poker until we were all naked, and then the two of them coaxed me into playing with myself for them to watch. We moved into the bedroom and I took turns blowing them both, and they both took turns returning the favour. They wound up switching back and forth, one in my mouth and one in my pussy. After a bit realized we had left the blinds open and the lights on, and that a woman in the building across the street was watching us. My husband's friend explained that she was always. A...chance…” I’d had my eyes closed from “And I was just thinking” to “We could just give…”. Now that I’d opened them I saw her staring at me with an expression best described as flummoxed on her face.I start to back peddle but no coherent words come out. So I stop talking and let an awkward silence settle. After 155 seconds I was about to apologize when she said,“Oh, I thought you knew. I mean everyone else we work with figured it out and you’ve known me the longest. Lance, I’m. But we'll figure it out, okay? You, and me, and Ann, we'll work it out."She put her finger on my chin and tilted my head up. Such a simple gesture, but even that light touch made me feel a little bit better."It's gonna be okay, honey. I promise. I'm here for you."I could feel the shame on my face. It burned my skin, and made me feel like I could have fried bacon on my forehead."With all the crappy things I put you through, sometimes I wonder why." Because I love you, George."A single tear.