Wendy and Murray were also in the room watching. They were in their late twenties, both short, shy and reserved, and, some said, not God's brightest g...fts to the world. They had only been married for two years and sometimes still acted like school children. Kathy had heard, from Mary of course, that Wendy had still been a virgin when she married Murray.Murray seemed uncomfortable with the situation, wanting to leave, but Wendy, who had probably had too much to drink, watched with keen. Then he continued his downward progress, kissing down my smooth belly. When he reached my panties he moved quickly, grabbing the soft fabric and tugging them off my hips and halfway down my thighs before I knew it. He was strong and for a moment I thought he had torn them off, but then I felt him moving off of me and lifting my legs so he could remove them. He carelessly flung my panties away to join my bra in oblivion. Wasting no more time he dove between my thighs, and this time there was no. . Darlene’s voice hardened as she sharply said, “STOP THE SHIT, MOM! I didn’t drive by the house. I stopped at the house. When I got to the open door, I rang the bell and called out but nobody answered. Dad’s car was parked in the driveway (Darlene heard a sharp intake of breath) and since the door was open, I came inside and started looking for him ... still calling out so he’d know I was there.When I got to the top of the stairs, it smelled like I’d walked into a whorehouse. I felt. I’d been stupid enough to think that in our little suburban community of McMansions that our little secret would remain just that – a secret. But just three days after Dave and I dipped our toes in the swinging scene, word had spread enough that our friend Charlotte was grinning like a baboon at me.“Cat got your tongue, Jill, honey?”Eight shades of red went to nine, and it seemed forever before I was able to speak.“Who told you?”“Does it matter?” my still grinning friend smirked.We stared at.