She smiled at me as she unzipped her shorts and said "Last one in is a rotten egg." Stepping out of her shorts she pushed her pantiesdown her hips and... legs. I sat and stared at her young body in amazement.She stood with her hands on her hips, naked and asked"Wellare you going to join me?" I stammered, "Uh, yeah." as I stood. I pulled my own shirt over my head and dropped it. Never taking my eyes off her body. She was beautiful.Her body bathed in the moonlight. I couldn't take my eyes off her. I. Had he forgotten I was here? The door shut and Brandon flicked on the lights as the woman pressed herself into his arms. I couldn’t see her face. He let her kiss his neck and start untucking his shirt. Then he leveled his gaze at me while the woman was distracted, and he purposefully squeezed her tits. Fortunately, she moaned, covering my gasp of jealousy and longing. ‘You like that, baby?’ he asked her/me. ‘Yeah, Brandon,’ she cooed. I almost gagged. It was that bitch Claire. Was he really. My mother constantly warned me about boys. As a result, while all my high school friends were experiencing sex, I limited myself to the occasional hand job. I went to college and met my husband. He was the first man I had sex with. I think I married him because he was the first man I fucked and I felt it was the right thing to do. Things got pretty vanilla fast and I found myself increasingly bored.My husband had a friend he did business with. This man was forty and I was 28. He was your. But what if someone did travel from one of these otherbranches?"Her face contorted into one of perplexed confusion as she tried toarticulate a response. Maybe it was because of the earnest expressionon my face, but she didn't seem to want to dismiss my question out ofhand even if what I had asked was preposterous. "Well, *IF* Everett wasright, I suppose one interpretation is that we're always travellingbetween branches." She grabbed a pen from her desk and threw it at mewithout any warning,.