Don’t be a bitch. He’s being sweet.“Did you like the port?” he asks, sounding nervous now.“I did. I’d never had port before.”“I like i.... It’s sweet, but not like a dessert wine sweet.”“I agree. It’s refreshing.”“It’s expensive too. I mean, not this stuff; this is the cheap stuff. But a lot of this is pricey.”“It’s a nice treat every once in awhile.”“You know what else is a nice treat?” he asks, getting up from his seat and taking my hand. I shove the last bite of tiramisu in my mouth and follow. Most wives aren’t as easy to fuck as you are,” he kidded.“So you prefer to fuck a married woman than a single one?”“No preference, just a little safer with a single one with no irate husband. Actually, to keep the theme of the evening, I’d like to watch you give a guy a nice blow job.”“And swallow his cum, of course.”“Of course, then you can kiss me!”“Fuck, Dan when you say things like that, I want to finger myself until I cum.”“I’d enjoy watching you do that too.”“Do you have an eye on who. I reached into my pocket, and pulled out my cell phone, to check the time, because I didn’t want to turn around and leave him able to do something when I wasn’t looking. I groaned to myself, it was 2:40. I was going to be late for work. I needed to get out of here, because I couldn’t be late again, and if I hurried I could make it with like, 1 minute after the clock. I took a deep breath, and then sighed. “Fine.” I said. He turned and looked at me from the board. He sauntered down back to where. I knocked on the door and was greeted by Maureen dressed in a black bra black panties and sandals. I got hard just watching her. We both kissed passionately as I rubbed her ass. Maureen had gone into the kitchen to get a few glasses. I poured us both a drink and we kissed even more. Maureen to my hand and lead me upstairs to the bedroom. We entered the bedroom kissing even more as I began to remove my clothes, Maureen climbed onto her bed and I made my way over to her. I looked into her.