I wore the same clothes I had worn that night, A short black dress with dark red stipes cutting across the belly and chest. I sat an angle to allow th... same display of leg he had seen that night the same heaving cleavage speaking its own language to the men in the room. As I passed the time sipping vodka and orange juice the occasional guy had come over to ask me if I wanted a drink, or to tell me his name, but I politely declined their advances. I knew the type of man I wanted next to me. There can come a time to all men when enough is enough, and I had finally reached that point.What could I be blathering on about? Well, it’s simple, well, simple to me. After ten years of what I thought was a happy marriage, my wife had just dropped the proverbial bombshell.Okay, let’s back up a moment get up to speed with the events that are unfolding about my hapless head. A bit of background would help, as well, I guess.I’m Dave Peters, and I’m married to Zoe. We met at Art College in the. You could see the shape of my cockhead buried down her throat as her head went up and down. No man could take this treatment for long. I could feel the surging sensation rising from my balls. My whole body tensed as her mouth continued to pleasure me. Then the surge of pleasure rose from within me. I grabbed Kate’s head keeping it firmly in place so my cock would stay buried all the way down her throat. She gagged, but soon she would be relieved of this sensation after I shot my sperm into her. ’ She seemed to accept her fate. The rest of the day was quiet. That evening I received a call from Stu. ‘Dad, what’s all this about a trip Donna has to take?’ He sounded angry. Still out of work, it must have been difficult for him to see Donna blossom into a smart confident professional woman. ‘Stu, she’s my assistant, she needs to come with me and meet with our clients.’ ‘She’s my damn wife!’ he hollered back at me. ‘That’s true,’ I told him. ‘But right now, your wife is paying the bills,.