You unbuckle my belt, undo the button and run the zipper all the way to the bottom of my shorts. As you slowly remove my shorts, you are surprised as ... have already started to harden – who wouldn’t after what has been transpiring? You help me step out of my shorts and remove my shoes so that I am now naked in front of you. You look up at me as you take my penis in your right hand, stroking me and starting to get me fully aroused. I start to feel weak in the knees as I watch you run your tongue. Seeing ‘her’ was a real treat. She was petite (around 5’4′), brunette with hair that reached all the way down her ass. Those big dark eyes made her seem sweet and innocent at first glance, but stare any longer and you could feel them burning a hole right through you. Michael took a glance at her then picked up his scotch and took a drink looking away, and glanced again for a brief second while putting his glass down. He did not want to seem obvious or make her uncomfortable. He assumed other. The k**s were estranged for one reason or another and she was alone now. She did assure me that she had male company now and then. She hinted that she, as a woman, had needs.I told her a little about myself, enough that if she thought about things I said, she could put a picture together. I hinted that variety was the spice of life but had no intention of changing my relationship status. I gave her one of my business cards.The next week, the wife and I went to church and she ignored us. She did. Her hair was dish water blond and was cut short. Her figure was slim and in proportion to her height. The high neckline of her dress along with its cut hid her breast size. His hand which was on her back when they were dancing didn't feel a bra strap and that puzzled Ed a little.No words were spoken while they danced. When the song ended she thanked him for the dance and started to walk away."Don't you want to dance anymore?" I... , well... , I saw you have one dance with that other lady and.