It all happened in London, September 1998.My wife, Angie and I were going through a bad time in our marriage. We'd been married for just over twelve y...ars by that time with two kids and a nice home. My job was relatively well paid and it kept us in good financial order. All that said my relationship with Angie was a different kettle of fish altogether. Since our daughter was born and especially in the last two years, Angie had lost her sense of fun, fashion and sex. Whether it was ultimately. I couldn't find anything right away, but then i went across the hall to my friend Brian's room. He had one of his friends, who was a Junior at the time, over and the friends twin sister. They had already been drinking, so they invited me to have a few beers with them. The friend, Jeff, and his sister, Jen, were both pretty drunk already. Jen was really hot; nice face, decent sized tits, and the best ass ive ever seen. I chugged a few beers down to catch up with them. A bit later we were. Later, as we are getting dressed to go out she asks me if she should wear her thong underwear or her regular ones under the sarong like wrap she plans on wearing? I suggest she should just wear nothing, no bra or panties of any kind. “Didn’t you notice today that none of the women seemed to wear a bra and I’d bet they weren’t wearing panties either because it’s so hot here. You’ll be more comfortable without them and maybe you’ll feel sexier and be ready to fuck my brains out when we get back. I watched his face intently, looking to see if I could tell when he was about to cum. I felt his cock twitch hard in my throat, so i quickly backed off until just the tip remained in my mouth and returned to my licking and suckling as my hand pumped up and down his spit slick shaft. The taste was amazing. I held every drop in my mouth as I suckled and tried to wring out every drop onto my tongue. When I let him pop free of my lips, not a drop dripped or spilled, allowing him to see the entire.