The three of us were chatting casually; the wife was between husband and myself and all six of our hands were slowly exploring each other.I was gratef...l for cooling down a little bit.Conversation turned sexual, of course. Turns out this couple are as open sexually as I was led to believe. Turns out the weekend before, after a night out on the town, the wife got talking to three Aussie guys outside a pub. The husband arrived and invited the three guys (who were 100% straight) if they wanted to. And that's not going to change if I can help it," she said. "Okay, so again, why do we have to talk?" I said. She began to fidget. She clearly wanted to say whatever it was she wanted to say, but was weighing the wisdom of doing so. I wasn't making it easy for her. "Honey..." she started and stopped. "Yes," I said. "You know—I mean you're aware that I've been..." she ran out of words again. I stared, waiting. "Fucking him?" I said. She looked away. "I didn't know. I was hoping not, but. You know how much I love you?" my eyes searching hers as my hand found the outline of her bum through her pants and my lips brushed hers once again."Yeah, I know; I love you too."The silence between mirrored the gulf apart of past hurts and disappointments and anger even more. God I love her so much."Yeah, maybe I'll try to go to the social with you and Jorg', when, the weekend after next, yeah, I'll try. Need to run, Hon', gotta get back to business." I know" we stepping back from each other. Her arms dropped tothe bed to steady herself. Stacy put an arm around Sam and helped herswing her legs to the side of the bed.Sam's hair fell around her face. She brushed it away as if swishing afly, "Oh my God. How can I ever get used to this?"The effort of turning in bed had caused her hospital gown to climb wellup her legs. She flipped the thin fabric up and glanced between creamywhite thighs. "Just a slit, no dick, no balls, not even pubic hair, nonothing, this is unreal."Stacy asked,.