I quit my job, and over the next couple of years, Shelly and I tried off and on to "just be friends". I was, after all, married, and her living situation was complicated as well. I would tell her that I couldn't live without her, and then I would tell her goodbye. I could never, however, walk away from her completely. She had some sort of hold over me, a hold that I didn't understand at the time, but I now know is love. Finally, in order to be able to be with her, I talked both she and John into the only solution I was able to come up with. The Dreaded Threesome.  John agreed because he is a man....Shelly agreed because she wanted to be with me, and I wasn't ready to walk away from my marriage.

Don't get me wrong... in the beginning everything was great. John thought he had hit the jackpot, so to speak, and I thought I would finally be able to satisfy the urge to be with Shelly in everyway. Maybe, just maybe, I would be able to get her out of my system once and for all.  Man, Was I Wrong!!!!  I am not exactly sure when I fell in love with her, but I fell hard and fast.  I couldn't get enough of her... I was consumed with desire for this wonderful, beautiful woman, and I didn't know how to handle it.

Over the next couple of months we spent all of our time together. She would spend nights in my arms in our bed and the sex was phenominal. We took her and her kids with us to the lake for the weekend, and after the kids were put down, we made love outside on the picnic table... life was exciting. Then... almost as suddenly as it started, it was over. Atleast the Threesome part was.

One night we decided to go to the gay bar.  It was a place we could go and be affectionate in public, and Shelly and I really liked dancing together. This is where everything got skewed... Enter Roxanne.  You must remember as you continue to read... I am married to John. Shelly is single.  Please do not judge.  Roxanne was this very cute, also married woman, looking for someone to take home to her husband... and Shelly fit the bill. It didn't happen overnight, but eventually, it did happen. They picked Shelly up from my house and then, when they were done, she called and asked if she could come back.  John said no... I said yes.  What else was I going to say? By this time, I was in love with her, and I wanted her. After that night, No more Threesome.

to be continued......