“We didn’t sign up for this,” John spoke the moment Anabella ran out of the house. No one had chased after her, and John was upset about the sick scenario. He couldn’t believe what he’d witnessed. He held his wife’s hand in a frantic attempt to hold it together. With a feverish anger, he looked at those laughing, who upon seeing John’s face quickly stopped. Some were ashamed with their behavior, avoiding his eyes, shuffling away.
He couldn’t believe that he’d brought his wife into this set-up, wanting to bed them. It had been a long time fantasy for him, and when they both turned forty, Martie had been willing to explore. She’d read a few novels about the subject and had been intrigued from the start. He made contact with a group on the Internet, which had led him to this gathering tonight. It would have been their first time, but after what he’d just witnessed, he wasn’t sure anymore.