The curtains had been left open.Where was I?I didn’t recognize any of what little of the room I saw. Far too gaudy and modern for my taste or my wif...e’s for that matter. Chrome, gold and white.What do I last remember?The wedding reception, Karla’s best friend had married for the third time and we had been there to help her and the ‘lucky’ man. It had been a pretty fun night, then my stomach felt funny. The wrong mixture of drinks and food at guess.My wife, at least I think it was her, helped me. She had worked with him a couple of years earlier, though she was very much his superior as far as the workplace was concerned, and in the car he admitted he had always fancied her but was too shy to tell her as she was older and married.Having consumed a few drinks she was quite flattered by that but just took it as a compliment, until he pulled into a secluded lane not far from our north London home. He turned to her and said, could I just kiss you and she thought there would be no harm in. We dried off, and went to my bedroom to change. Scout began to take off her bikini, but I said Stop. I picked her up and laid her on the bed. We started to make out again. I slowly reached behind her and unclipped her top, and threw it to the side. I moved my mouth down and kissed each of her tits. I sucked on them, like I would a piece of candy, occasionally giving them a gentle nibble. Each time I did that, she let out a small groan. Meanwhile, my hands moved lower. I untied the sides of her. ... All my baby knows is sports and her school work. She's not into men like that. He's going to hurt my baby..." "You don't even know the man..." "I know men!" Cecile stated firmly. "All of them are just alike. They all think with their dicks and not their hearts." "That's not fair, besides, she just met him...what...three weeks ago when she was home. All they've been doing is talking on the phone." "She chases me off the phone to answer his calls," Cecile said, exasperated. "He's the first.