“Well…” I didn’t know what to say. I felt awkward, at a loss for words.“We’re going to have sex afterwards … right?” My wife said, loo...king from me to my friend, then back at me again. “I mean … we always have sex after soaking in the hot tub.”I coughed. I was stunned. Blown-away. I stared at her in amazement. We didn’t ALWAYS have sex after soaking in the hot tub. Often we did, but not always. And we rarely had sex with a friend after soaking in the hot tub. Sometimes we did, but it was not all. I was surprised that he hadn't done it before, but surmise that that is because of the odder-than-normal living arrangements here. Normally, he would have taken Jennifer out of your house completely – often moving her with him to a different city. For Jerry and I, after Mister Gabe had been using me in front of my husband for a month, he simply moved me out of our house and into his. That is when I started really slipping away from Jerry." She paused again to gather her thoughts, "Mister Gabe. We chose a route that took us through a small woodland and we managed to find a hidden place where we could kiss and cuddle a bit.In bed that night I had a brilliant idea about how to salvage Lisa's reputation and I stayed awake hours thinking it through. I couldn't wait for the next evening when we had arranged to do a little more algebra (!!!) so that I could talk it through with Lisa. This time I found my way to her house, which was only about 10 minutes walk from mine.Compared to the lovely. In the meantime, I stared daggers at the little slut as she scrambled to collect her clothes, mumbling, "Oh my God, I'm so sorry...please don't be mad, I'm so sorry."Just as she finished dresser, I hissed, "You better hurry up and get out, you little whore!"She walked past me quickly, avoiding my piercing stare, and ran down the stairs to the front door, holding back her tears of shame. After hearing the front door close, I turned back to my stepson. He was standing in front of me naked, with.