"I crept back down stairs and sat back on the couch. I heard the shower running and laughter coming from my wife and Scott. She and Scott were having ...he time of their life. About thirty minutes later, they both came down. She was in her robe but he was fully dressed. Scott looked at the both of us and said "I have to run out to the car for a little bit, I will be back."My wife joined me on the couch and she started to rub my cock, she said, "Thank you for giving me alone time with him. I asked. Like with other guys?" No she's a camgirl. She does videos for guys to jerk off to." Right." You start nodding. Instinctively, you hit the play button.The first thing your girlfriend says in her high pitch voice is "Hello my little slaves. Ready to jerk off to your-"As your cheeks go red, you hit the pause button. You then look around the restaurant, to see patrons giving you judging looks. After a sigh, you look to Eddie."Maybe you can just text me next time." Well you didn't have to hit. The footsteps drew agonisingly close, and only a few feet away I could hear someone put a number of shopping bags down. Looking behind me I could see that Vikki was straining to look round her boyfriend’s huge thighs to see how close this person was.Our hearts collectively stopped when we heard the jangle of keys being dropped. If they bounced in the wrong direction and went under the car, there was an almost guaranteed probability of Vikki coming face to face with this person. We heard a curse. I didn't need Angie to tell me where Dianna went. Armed with the Internet and her Social Security Number - plus the suspicion her trip to L.A. had not been a coincidence - I tracked her down in West Hollywood. Angie was not thrilled with my proposed trip, but acquiesced. She knew I needed closure. She also made me promise faithfully I would come home to her before making any lasting decisions.I found her sitting on a stool at the bar in Club 7969 on Santa Monica Boulevard. I didn't think the.