We found ourselves in the building our rooms were in. It looked like it would keep raining for a while. I heard myself saying, “We have a wet bar in... our suite. And can sit on the balcony out of the rain. Why don’t you join me?” Telling myself he works for Jim. I can trust him.He asked if it would be okay if he met me there. He wanted to get something from his room plus it would cause less talk if we left separately. I just handed him a room key. That way he would not have to stand in the hall.. She was completely lost in the moment now. I began to sneak glances at my friends and could see they were staring intently as I fondled my wife in full view of them. Occasionally they would glance over at the television in a vain attempt to appear as if they were still watching the movie. My wife had layback onto the couch and pulled her legs fully apart allowing me to insert two fingers into her pussy. I quickened my pace a little and could feel her begin to contract telling me she was close. I had no idea what he was talking about, until Irealized he was just saying anything he could think of to justifykicking the shit out of me, because he wanted to kick the shit out ofsomeone.I was maybe five-seven, and maybe one thirty-five. My growth spurt hadbeen short-lived and less-than-spectacular. I got my arms up and tookthe first punch in the shoulder, which made my whole arm tingle and buzzand almost knocked me to the ground. The second punch bounced off myother elbow, which hurt. Then, finding his clothes he began to dress. I found I didn't want to watch a guy dressing and almost turned it off, but in the end, I simply looked away. "You can go now," came her voice, a bit later. I looked back to find him practically dressed. He left, and she did too and the tape simply showed the bed. The bed she and I had been sleeping in. I stared at it. Then her footsteps came, and the camera went off.I simply sat there, static on the TV. I roused myself in a bit, remembering that.