I looked at Alan, who was staring enviously."I suppose you want the same?" I asked. "Come on then."He had his shorts undone in seconds. I did the same... for him, feeling it swell to a nice hardness. He groaned, holding my head until I pulled away."I think that will do for now," I told them. "And I won't tell Kathy, or any of my other friends, about your watching us. But you have to keep this quiet too, agreed?"They both nodded, and I left the room, remembering to collect drinks from the fridge as. When I got inside it was obvious what was happening in our bed room. My boss had used my diligence at work as an opportunity to seduce my wife. At the age of twenty-five my wife was having sex with her second man. I was unsure of how to respond. I had every right to play the role of the jealous husband. I could almost certainly get my boss fired for this. Perhaps I would get his job. That would have been hypocritical. It may have ruined my marriage. My fantasy was being achieved. I have. It had snowed all night and the wind had picked up. We could see come pretty big drifts from the loft windows. The snow in the sheltered area next to the tunnel door was a foot deep when I checked in the afternoon to make sure the door was not blocked. In this storm, you would be risking your life just trying to go from the cabin to the hanger and I sure wasn't interested in leaving my snug cabin. Jenn took the covers off the bed and replaced them with the down comforter saying when the snow. That Saturday morning I knocked on his door... it was open, but I barged right in before he had a chance to give me any kind of an okay. He was holding a syringe and injecting himself in the leg. Michael twisted his head around in shock, looking a bit embarrassed, but seemed to recover his wits quickly. "Oh um... its Vitamin B. The doctor said it might help, as I've felt a bit run down lately," "Then stay out of traffic," I quipped. Michael looked at me and nearly giggled at my bad joke... as.