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husband?”
     
    Jack stared at her grimly. “Jackie Jones did. And then Shelby Lynn killed her.”
     
    “Shelby wouldn’t hurt a fly.” Rochelle’s eyes widened in disbelief. She put a hand to her forehead and took a step away from the door. “This can’t be true.”
     
    “I’m very sorry.”
     
    “Please, please just leave,” Rochelle turned away from the door. “I can’t handle this right now.”
     
    Jack hesitated on the doorstep for a moment, gazing at her with concerned eyes. But then he complied. Rochelle shut the door behind him and leaned her forehead against it, taking deep breaths.
     
    “Mommy?”
     
    Rochelle turned to see Austin standing in the doorway to the living room. Michael stood directly behind him, hands resting on his little shoulders.
     
    “Yes, honey?”
     
    “Was that Daddy?”
     
    Rochelle gave Austin a wobbly smile, fighting back the tears that sprang up in her eyes. She walked over to him and knelt down, giving Michael a meaningful look.
     
    “No, Austin, that wasn’t Daddy. But guess what?”
     
    “What?”
     
    Rochelle looked up at Michael again, teary-eyed.
     
    “You have a new Daddy now.”
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
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    Peter and I had met very young and had rushed into our relationship, utterly infatuated with one another. We’d married straight out of high school (much to our parents displeasure) and had gone off to the same college. I’d had barely any romantic experience before Peter, just a few boys who took me out on a date or two and one boy I saw steadily for three months.
     
    But now I was involved with other men, and Peter with other women. It was thrilling, after I got over the initial jealousy. But eventually that disappeared and before long Peter and I were regular participants in the local swinger community.
     
    It didn’t take long for Jonathan to find out what we were doing, and to our surprise, he was understanding. Not only that, but he was intrigued. And so after some consideration Peter and I decided to start inviting him to group sessions.
     
    This was yet another thing that took some adjustment, at least on my part. Peter seemed to adapt quickly to having Jonathan involved in our lifestyle.
     
    Peter slides open the drawer of the side table and removes a box of condoms and the vibrator. He hands a condom and the vibrator to Jonathan who slips it on his middle finger and turns it on. The buzzing fills the room.
     
    I am on my hands and knees, watching the exchange eagerly. Already, his cock is tenting his boxers. I can see Jonathan is well-hung. Perhaps even more so than my husband. Maybe, at least, I’ll get to taste him. Imagining that moment, I lick my lips.
    The movement catches Peter’s eye and he looks at Jonathan.
     
    “I think she’s hungry.”