I replayed the scene of their departure a hundred times. Naked, she walked across the living room with him, holding hands. Her lovely ass, so exquisite, was wandering off out of my reach. It was his to hold now, as were her breasts, as were her lips to kiss. I was not in the program. She would spend the afternoon with another man, sleep with him, cuddle, feel his breath on her neck, feel his cock pressed against her back as he nestled into her.