Erskine was a bit younger than Mr. Watson, of a stockier build- quite powerfully built. A little later I crossed the courtyard again and was relieved ...o see no sign of anyone. Suddenly Mr. Watson appeared at the door of the large hay barn, "Martin, come here a minute please. "Oh no" I thought, "what's up now". I entered the barn, my eyes had to adjust a little to the light but I saw both men standing over by the main stack of hay bails, with a rather strange wooden device in front of them. It. For both of us, it was our second marriages and we intended to put our initial disastrous marriages truly behind us. We were both in our mid-forties, had good jobs and were reasonably fit. Our kids from our previous marriages had all grown up and left home, so here we were, young enough to be enjoying our new life together.A casual comment, whilst on our honeymoon, about whether I’d enjoy seeing my wife, Linda, with her ex-boyfriend Christian, had resulted in him meeting us at our house and me. As I already why he has brought him and I am also eagerly waiting to see my wife’s threesome sex.I said no problem you can do your work. After having dinner I have gone go bed by saying goodnight to them as I don’t want to waste any time. After some time my wife also came to bedroom to sleep. To allow my wife to go there I have started acting like I am in deep sleep. After 5 minutes slowly she got down from the bed and went to that room now the time is only 10 pm. After 5 minutes slowly I too. This isn't right. She jumped off the bed, sending her naked boobs (why am I sleeping naked?) jiggling wildly, and walked over to a large mirror on the other side of the room to get a better look at herself, over exquisite soft carpet, strangely familiar.Her eyes, at least, she recognized — irides clear blue like a summer sky, intense, poised, alert, searching, an index to the emergency stance she'd reflexively dropped into, knees bent, low to the ground, arms extended for balance, waiting for.