The anchor starts to wrap up with some witty nonsense, while my wife finishes the dishes or whatever she’s doing in the kitchen. Usually, she turns ...out the light soon after the news ends and heads to bed. Another typical Friday night.It wasn't always like this. When we first got together we were young and in love, couldn't keep our hands off each other. It got to the point that the days of the week just seemed to blend. Swimming through a deep torrent of sexual deviance, I knew.We got married. The last house I saw was a couple hundred yards ago. It is quiet, peaceful. My hands are sweating, and I have butterflies. Taking a deep breath, I ring the doorbell. Molly opens the door in a terry cloth robe of forest green highlighting her bright red hair, hypnotizing green eyes, and milky skin.“Hey, am I early? You did say seven o’clock? Right?” “Yes, you are right on time, please come in.”“These are for you,” I hand over the wine and flowers.“Thanks, my favorites. Come in the kitchen. I fucked all night. I had my first Double Penetration!" she squealed. "That's hot! How was it?" I asked. My cock was growing. "It was so sensual. I was sucking Ben, whom I met at the club. Marcus was fucking deep in my ass. Then I got up and lay down on top of Marcus and fucked him cowgirl style in my cunt. I started kissing Marcus. Then Ben pushed me forward and exposed my ass. He said it was gaping wide from Marcus' fucking it earlier. Before I realized what was going to happen, he shoved. He even told me that I’m going to regret letting him go. I told him thank you for your service, but you’ve been let go.Two more district managers, who appeared to be in their 80’s told me that I should be more respectful. I thanked them for their work and fired them as well.Two more guys got up and just tossed their work keys on to the table as they walked out.I waved at Dakota who sent the 5 Plan B ladies into the room.“Gentlemen, these are the new district managers who just replace the five.