Her husband didn't say anything more and she was grateful for that. She wanted to think, to go over the horrible events of last night. It wouldn't be ...for the first time, of course, but she reasoned that the cold light of day might throw a new gleam on the unbelievable trauma of last night. She admitted to herself that she was partly to blame, but at least, she told herself, her motives were altruistic. She had been really worried about her husband and it was her relief more than anything that. I would sit between the men and we would repeat the scenario with Larry. On a Saturday night, Brian invited Larry over for beers and to go skinny dipping in the spa. The patio was dark, except for a bug-lite on the wall and only our nude silhouettes were revealed. Brian thought this might make me more comfortable at first. So, there I was between my husband and our friend, totally naked and masturbating their rock-hard cocks. I was apprehensive of Brian’s choice for my new partner, as I wrapped. Well, that's the way my memories come at me! She said she wanted to know how my life as a Tramp Lineman started. So, for my friends, this is for you and everyone's enjoyment. If it's not to your liking, tell me and I will pass it along. She made me do it...Well, I'll just blame it all on Larry Blanke! He got me started on many adventures, including a coed group skinny-dipping at the Holyrood Lake. There I was, minding my own business (another line that I always wanted to use to start a story). ? Fuck this. She continued ?I?m sure you won?t believe this now but hear me now and believe me later, eventually you are going to enjoy your new life and we will be happy together, happier than we have ever been.? Fuck that. If she wasn?t just playing a role and meant to truly make me her slave, it would be a cold day in hell when I would be happy like that. My anger was not at a maximum because I still felt that she must just be continuing playing her game at my expense. As I thought about.