.. not ... Emily."Brooke stared at him, finally considering the words he had said."O.K. Who were you fucking in our daughter's bed if it wasn't Emily?..." It was Ronni, Brooke. I was with Ronni."Brooke paused again, trying to make the words compute."What?" I was with Ronni. Emily's friend?" She's downstairs."Brooke was still unable to put the events together. All she knew was that she had seen her husband having sex with someone in their daughter's bed. The only thought that made sense in her. Then out of the blue he asked me to pick one of his friends and take him into the bedroom and show him what it was like to be with a woman. ‘Fuck off’, was my curt reply and I continued to watch the DVD, showing a cock going in and out of the woman’s pussy. ‘Are you wet’, one of his friends asked? I looked coldly at him, ‘Do you even know what it means’, I retorted, feigning annoyance? He looked flustered, he obviously did not know why a woman’s pussy got wet. Deep down I was getting off on. Obviously, we had sorted out our respective dates for the night. Veronica and Sonja were roommates sharing a small apartment. Each of them had a boring job making slave wages. They could afford to go to a club once a month, if they skipped breakfast every day with a vowel in it. Before long, I had my arm around Veronica’s waist and Josh had a hand on Sonja’s leg. Sonja suggested we get cleaned up. Josh motioned toward the restrooms, but Sonja had another idea. She smiled and told us to follow. I couldn't tell him, I think he would have been to ashamed of himself if I had.''But I thought you said you hadn’t told anyone before now.’ Emily asked.‘Well I had to tell Rebecca,’ Amy said with a smile, ‘and we had the best sex ever that night, reaching heights of ecstasy we would both rarely taste again.''That was amazing.' was all Richard could say, his face echoing those words.'So are we going to play again?' John asked, not wishing to past comment on the story just told.'No, not me,'.