John watched as i undid my pants and drop them to the floor my cock was semi hard but hard enough if i gripped the base to slide into her spit covered...cunt so thats what i did, it slipped in easily although she wasnt too happy about it, she was puking her ring up and i was fucking her from behind i forgot all about John till i glanced over and noticed he had his pants open and cock in hand stroking one off. I just smiled at him.Not sure why but it didnt take me long whether it was the sound of. I've done the wash. I made the dinner.I did the clean up. Now you're asking me to sew - is that it? Sewbuttons on your blouse? I'm your husband! Not your bloody servant!"A sort of puzzlement crossed her eyes. "But you're supposed to take careof me. Isn't that what you promised? Isn't that what you told Dorothy?" Of course that's what I promised," I remonstrated. "But I took on theobligations of a husband! You took on the obligations of a wife!" But Dorothy said..." she started."I don't care. No big deal. That is, until a new owner bought the place and transformed it into a gay bar and dance club. Being in a gay friendly neighborhood of the city, it usually attracted a nice crowd.Tonight, I was feeling good about it. I had on a new, tight fitting v-neck shirt, ripped jeans, and, just in case, my favorite pale blue thong. I grabbed my wallet, a thing of poppers, and I headed out for the bar. Something in the air made it feel like tonight would be my lucky night.I walk in around 9 PM,. Our feet moving too keep us afloat. He holds me up as I wrap my legs around him; he keeps us up and kisses me still. My fingers play with his bald head. He lets our kiss break and swings me onto his back. He begins to swim and I take the ride. I feel the water flowing over us as we swims; I can feel him moving faster, with such ease. We reach the other side of the lake and he pulls me back down facing him. We swim and play, simply enjoy what we have. It feels as though we’re the only two people.