I left the laptop on the sofa, and open on her texts to her lover. She came down from the shower and saw it all. She started to be angry at my betraya..., but I dismissed this with a laugh. Compare the betrayal, I said - yours and mine!Anyway, it was a rough week or so, but we agreed to try and sort things out. She stopped having any contact with him and we spent a lot of time talking and showing love.Maybe three weeks after the showdown, we were in bed, getting a little touchy-feely and I. The last time we went there, I drove us down on the Friday night. We got there quite late, and couldn't really go out anywhere so we stayed indoors. I opened a bottle of whiskey and we drank and talked and laughed as we watched the sky darken over the horizon out to sea. I don't remember much of the evening, but when I woke up my eyes were bleary and there was a pounding in my head that just wouldn't stop. When my eyes came more into focus, I could just about make out Jenny standing at the end. The plan was, get rid of Paul to his friends and then maybe a few hours work before she invited her boyfriend to watch Netflix and chill, well maybe not the whole Netflix and chill but some serious fooling around. She loved her boyfriend and he was good to her. She even grudgingly liked spending time with her younger brother.As she lay limply on the bed the warmth she felt towards both of these boys had changed forever – she knew it wasn't their fault and knew they didn't have a choice but when. I was nearing orgasm and made a sound resembling ‘hmm’. As soon as I made the sound, this tall dark guy jumped in. He looked at me and the old man in awe and said something which translates to “ it’s been a while, thank god “.The old man got up and I closed down my legs and pulled my panty up. They talked and in about a minute he came close to me and said “ today is your lucky day, slut.”He extended his hand and I got up, he came to me and asked“How many have you had?”‘‘11’’ I said“11.