That was it. Just one word. “Interesting.” What the heck did that mean?“I’ll go change,” I said.“Oh hell no,” he said. I blinked and he ...frowned. “I mean we’re already late getting started,” he said. He looked embarrassed, for some reason. “No time, now. You can change later. Though we are going to be out in the sun all morning.” He suddenly sounded like he was babbling. He looked around. “I’ve got some sun screen around here somewhere,” he said.Since we were outside, I kind of doubted that, but. I’m 33and my wife, Petra, is 29. Neither of us really see anyharm in it and I get an almighty thrill from watchingher rogering another guy. The experience I’m about totell you of is a wee bit different from our others, andis definitely our best to date. By the way this is thetruth, you can believe it or not.We treat ourselves to a weekend in London every fewmonths, and stay in good hotels from Friday to Sunday,with a top show thrown in. When we went a couple ofweeks ago to see a. We had been so fucked out from the night before, that we simply went down to the beach and sunbathed through lunch. We drank our lunch (one good thing about being a Dutch rock - lots of Heineken!) and had a sandwich to give us some strength, then went back up to our rooms. I was expecting some form of group fuck or swap session, but Tony and Suze surprised Jackie and me.We had all gone in through our room, and when Tony headed through the adjoining doors to their room, the rest of us simply. “Get back to the question Adam.” He was coldly calm.“Ok! Don’t hit me anymore.” He was choking on the blood running down his throat from his nose.“After you left Tyler and I was out of the house, I was obsessed with getting revenge on you. I figured out that there are professional organizations for guys like you and I found the one you belonged to and I found you. I did a general search for you in Boise and found an announcement that you had gotten an award. It mentioned that you were married.