This was the first time we’d met and it was awkward between two guys who were making love with the same woman, my wife. It might not have been quite... as awkward if he hadn’t been in intimate contact with her last night and until just a few minutes ago. In theory there must have been a number of topics we could have talked about but it was hard to get past the elephant in the room. That was a subject I was a little embarrassed to approach but Mike seemed to want to talk about it, ‘You know,. He said he did too, but we'd never run into each other. While we were talking, the game was getting outta hand. The Seahawks were up by 21, and it was only the beginning of the 2nd qtr.My mind had been wandering I had been trying to hide an erection for about an hour now, as I'd been thinking of the great blowjob he gave me. I guess I wasn't hiding it very well because he noticed it. Then he asked if I wanted to go back there to see if it got any busier, or, he suggested, that he had a good. He asked if everything was going well for me. I stood up, put my arms around him, told him that I was doing well and that I thank him for caring for me. He hugged me back, not the way I see him hug Brindy or Carlita. As a friend, maybe. Or a daughter.Every night I go to sleep in my own room. They go to sleep in the big bedroom. I know they do as married people, as adults, do. I’m fourteen, or eighteen if you look at my papers. I feel fourteen, though. Knowing that they have each other, though,. I waited patiently for a Friday night, one on which Riley put her suitcase in the small hallway that separated our rooms. I followed her all the way to the train station to make sure she had actually left to spend the weekend in her home town. I woke up very early the next day, too late for Riley to come home if she had only been going out (for which she wouldn't need a suitcase, of course, but I had to be certain), too early for her to come home if she only spent one night at her parents'. I.