More pressure was what she needed and without a thought she swung her leg around his waist the contact tipping her closer to the edge her breath whipp...ng in and out of her lungs at a rate that nearly caused her to faint. Groaning she clung to him, hoping he wouldn’t stop before she let go. She sensed his mouth moving and she started to tremble with the effort it took to speak. ‘Don’t…stop…what you…were just… doing. I’m coming.’ Unbidden shame stained her cheeks, but he was pushing her harder. The wedding was not a grand affair but nice. I was chosen to be best man and Lila was maid of honour. There weren’t many people there but there was plenty of food and drink. Lila consumed both with vigour, I had a little too much, as I wasn’t used to alcohol but only enough to make me pee a lot. It was on one of my many visits to the toilet that Lila crashed through the door, “The ladies are busy” she said as I stood at the urinal. “Mind if I use the gents?” With that she disappeared into a. "I composed myself a little more. "That is where you are wrong, Carl. They were shooting at me, and I was shooting back."He just looked at me with his mouth open. Nothing was clear in his brain. It seemed I had dropped a chaos bomb. I got up, and poured three cups of coffee, and got the sugar for Carl. This would give him time to overcome his addled wits."You got me there, asshole. I took it hook, line, and sinker. Where were you then?" I was helping some friends, get some of their supplies,. The dilemma was not being faithful; was keeping my addiction hidden. I wanted the sanctuary of marriage and affairs.Reviewing my past, I realized Edward almost cost me my marriage. I stupidly thought my husband's swinging agenda would provide a rationale for his acceptance. Once his jealousy was exposed it was too late to stop seeing Edward. My lies it was over were not entirely convincing. It made my life schizophrenic, in love with two men, one dramatically changing me. More importantly, it.