I began searchingthrough my wife's dresser drawers.I examined her various lingerie and finally came upon the drawer that heldher bras.I gazed upon the...beige ones, the red ones, the black ones and the whiteones. I chose a white one. I checked out the size, 34 - C.I wasn't nervous like I was at the stores. I didn't feel jittery. I wasresigned to my fate, but a little pleased with my wife's taste.Like I had seen her do many times before, I placed the cups behind me andhooked the bra. I slid it. I had to focus hard on the road, and thought about pulling over so she could have her way with me. “Ooooo,” she said excitedly, “look at how big and hard you are. Sorry, babe, I just can’t wait!” “Well, be careful,” I warned, “after that last letter you wrote me, it probably won’t take much to get me off!” “Oh, goody, I love making you cum!” she said as she continued pumping me and licking the head of my cock, teasing me with her tongue. “Mmmm,” she moaned, as she then deep-throated me and. ”Different? What was he talking about?He looked down at me and said, “How about I fuck you in the mouth?”Those words, “fuck you in the mouth” have stuck with me ever since and they drive me crazy even today, to the point that I would probably do that with any man who said those words to me.I gasped “yesssss” and he gave me instructions---to hold still and let him do the fucking; to commit that if he wanted to ejaculate, he could do it fully in my mouth; and, if he got his nuts off, I would. Here's the deal. Play along with me, and you'll see more than you ever dreamed of. Or, you can leave through the door."She smiled at their expressions. 'What, you think you guys are the only ones who know about that? Please. Anyway, are you in?" What are you going to do?" asked Jeremy tremulously."Trust me." The two boys looked at each other. If this went bad, they would be in a lot of trouble, but they had the whiskey to fall back on. As one, they nodded."Fine. Lets go." Where?" To turn you.