Sam told himself as he climbed into his truck, next time would be better, next time wouldn’t be on the floor, next time he would take time to do the... job right. Then he stopped himself. There couldn’t be a next time. She was his cousin’s wife. He wanted to beat himself up over the thought. He had betrayed someone he loved. There should be remorse, shame, anything. But there wasn’t he loved her. And had for a long time. Still there couldn’t be a next time. But there was a next time and a time. “Here for the party” came the reply. John stepped aside and let him enter. “Hi” I said sweetly. “Hey. You must be Alex?” he asked me. “Yeah” I replied. “I think you look better than the pics. You have a fine ass”. I just smiled and told him to come closer. He was a normal looking guy, blue collar type, about 35-40 years old. When he got closer I reached over and unzipped his pants then worked the button and his belt buckle. His jeans fell to the floor. He was wearing no underwear,. And yet, at the same time, the thought of being handled and taken by several men together did resonate with her lustful side. An especially sordid memory of an earlier encounter with two men came back in images and feelings. It was in her third summer at Henri’s farmhouse and he had taken off to the mountains some weeks earlier. She was expecting him home any day and had prepared the house for his return. Despite Anton’s urgings, she had not at that stage, taken lovers, more, she reflected, out. Gerry was in bed with me. I was being fondled by my brother! I was lying on my stomach, arms under my pillow, head turned toward the windows. I couldn’t see him but, now more awake, I felt deliberate movements to my left. I didn’t know how to handle this. I did not want a scene. If I just pretend to be asleep, I thought, maybe he’ll be satisfied with the free feel and leave it at that. I tried to breathe evenly so as not to give myself away. But his exploration continued. He seemed bolder now,.