I know she usually has everything all planned out in advance. So she said she wanted to meet up with a girl from the gym and her husband. So I readily... agreed figuring if she knows her from the gym she should be foxy like my wife is.My wife asked if the upcoming Saturday night would be good for me. So I agreed and said we could meet at our house if she wanted. She went to the phone and after a few minutes she returned and said it was all set up.When Saturday came I was excited about the prospect. I leaned over and put my head on his chest, while he stroked my hair, telling me how exciting it was to finally meet. We began to make out like horny teens and I lifted up my sweater and placed his hand on my breast. He stoked and lightly pinched my nipples with such skill that my pussy twitched. I became increasingly aware that we were in a parking lot where anyone could stroll by and see our passionate play. I breathlessly muttered that we had to stop. His disappointment turned to. Yet when he kicked offthe covers and got to his feet he found himself swooning, dizziness andnausea battling over his sensorium.There was no depth to anything. Objects. Shapes. Even colors and light.Flat. Two dimensional. He grabbed two fistfuls of blanket, trying tomake sense of what he was seeing. It bunched up in his hands and itscolors bled, darker spots shifting like stains across the fabric as hemoved them. No part of the blanket actually appeared any further orcloser than any other. It. Dave turned the television off. Laura was leaning against him."So they really did it," Dave said, astonished, shocked. Laura could only nod her head in response. They went to bed shortly thereafter.***It was two mornings later when Dave was awoken by his alarm with a comfortingly familiar yet incredibly strange sensation coming from between his legs. Without waking Laura, he got out of bed and walked to the bathroom. He turned on the light, and pulled down his pants to take a leak. He found two.