She said oh I'm getting more than warm. He said what do you mean by that? She told me that before she thought she blurted out I'm getting wet too. He ...old her he could take care of that, then he kissed her. As they kissed his hand went down and pasted the elastic waist band of the sweat pants. She never wears panties and as soon as he reached her smooth shaved pussy she spread her legs just a little to give him access to her wetness. He stopped kissing and whispered you're shaved. She answered. He reached for my dick with one hand and for the back of Jen's head with the other hand and gently pulled her face toward my dick. She quickly took the hint and started sucking my dick right in front of her husband. She was giving me a great blowjob and my dick was almost completely hard again, but not quite recovered enough for a full, throbbing erection. I was lying back with my eyes closed in the mostly dark room when suddenly she stopped and took her mouth off of my dick. I looked to see. ‘You didn’t make your husband drink and I doubt you had anything to do with making him the kind of man he is. Seems to me, that was pretty much decided before you met him.’ ‘I suppose not,’ Karen replied a little wistfully. ‘But I can’t help but wonder if there wasn’t something I could have done, back before things really got out of control, to keep his drinking from becoming as bad as it has.’ ‘That’s not true,’ Jason told her. ‘It sounds like he may be an alcoholic. If he is, there isn’t. No missed call. No voicemail. No text. I followed him to the elevator. "How about one more drink," he asked me as he offered me his arm. I felt a spark ignite between us as I slid my arm through his. I nodded and smiled as we got on the elevator. He slid his key into the elevator and pressed the button for the penthouse. We entered his suite and found another bottle of champagne on ice. I noticed the ice in the champagne bucket hadn't even started to melt yet. I saw the champagne. I looked.