"It's an article about home-made wine, if you must know."It wasn't of course. But I was darned if I was going to give her the satisfaction of looking ...ver my shoulder at the article's headline: Six Tips For How To Spice Up Your Marriage. "I'll let you read it when I've finished if you like."My wife got up from the sofa. "No thanks. I'm quite happy with our supermarket plonk. In fact, I think I'll have a glass now. I'm bushed. Shall I bring you one?" No thanks." Please yourself," she replied. It seemed impolite to ask exactly what size he was, especially since conventional wisdom said that size didn’t matter. “Come on, Darren,” Harry said, moving round the table. “When Sally wants something, you don’t keep her waiting.”Having never shared a woman with another man, I was a bit chary, but this was a learning curve (as we didn’t say back then), and I rose from my seat as Harry prodded his wife under the chin with his cock before dragging the bulb up over her cheek. Soon I was standing. I’m fully pumped and ready, so I lay down as one sat across my face, while the other was stroking my dick. The aroma of which one that sat on my face, filled my nose and the wetness of her pussy cover my mouth and all I knew was my dick being stroked and sucked and my mouth covered in pussy and I licked sucked and tongued this pussy as much as I could, damn I love eating pusssy!! and this pussy tasted so fucking good, I just wanted her to grind it down my throat, soon she worked herself into. I made a move on you. Which I didn’t think would happen in a million years. But sitting with you every night, realizing how much I’m attracted to you. I didn’t let myself think of you like that before. Then I just...wanted you. Wanted you to help me forget. And when you finally let me fuck you..” He trails off shaking his head. I’m going over the last two weeks in my head through his eyes. Fuck. He looks at me as I’m still processing this new information. Of course I was pist that he wanted a.