We went back to work and for the next two days it was all but forgotten. I had a bit of a spat with my husband and work wasn't helping at all. We were... being to asked to work late to get a months worth of work into the next week and forced to work midnight to do it. I had planned on spending more time with Dave to patch up our mirage somehow and this was the last week we had to do this effectively. I broke down and cried in the ailes while stocking product. Its a good thing it was late and on. I started to dream, weird dreams, all mixed up, about Sally, Kelly and Jill.Then I heard voices, 'No! No! No! Mark, please be OK.' Kelly's voice, almost screaming. I then thought I was being laid down and felt a warm body, female and curvy, lying on top of me. I thought, 'This isn't a dream. This female has boobs and a butt, and smells womanly.'I could hear Kelly telling someone, "I am trying to warm him up. There isn't a mark on him even though he was covered in blood ... He's coming round. Only this summer I was away for a conference for a couple of days. I don’t know what Poul does to himself when I am away, but he is always very horny (to use the only word which really describes him in that state) when I come home. Usually he manages to leave the children with my parents, so we are alone on the “homecoming” night. We ate a nice dinner on our terrace (which you now know all about) and after the drinks and wine the conversation soon turned to sex.We were talking. Steve ordered us another round and said, “I thinks she likes you.” I had yet to comprehend what was happening as she returned and took my hand and asked me to dance again, but this time to a slow song— “You've Lost That Lovin' Feelin,'” her favorite she said. I thought that was a bit strange that she asked me instead of Steve, but then it hit me. I remembered my wife talking about the new cuckold life style where white women liked to hook-up with black men and Sherri even said, “don’t you.