In the morning, all your wife said was, “Thanks a lot, honey,” with a wide smile. The night before, you had seen her with her thighs widely spread and being thoroughly fucked by Mark on the cargo bed of his pick-up. And it wasn’t just what you had witnessed—or how loudly she was moaning—it mainly was that what you had seen was going to be your whole future. You knew you were going to accept it no matter how often it happened.





















