When I was given the particulars of the call I knew this one was trouble. Helen knew from my expression is wasn't good. "Who is it Jacob?" I looked at...her having trouble believing it myself, "It's Frank and Beverly Nelson." At one time we were fairly close to each other. We were neighbors when the k**s were small, but after they moved away we all got busy with our own careers leaving little time to maintain the friendship we once had.It had to bad for my Lieutenant to call me out when I was so. I couldn't see what the two guys were doing but it looked like they were taking turns fucking her pussy. One of the guys getting sucked was about to shoot his load and she gobbled his cock as he did. I decided I wanted to get a closer look and moved into one of the groups in front of her. On my knees to the side of her, I could see a load of jizm all over her ass and back. As the guy she was riding came in her pussy, she was sucking on my cock. She would suck each guy for a while and stroke two. Her husband, like always, had already left for work early and hadn't bothered to make love to her or even kiss her before leaving. She rose from her bed and went out on the balcony overlooking the Pacific Ocean. The same thoughts began to haunt her again--how had her life come to this, seemingly having everything...yet having nothing. Every day, an emptiness left her longing for more.She took a deep breath and stared into the Pacific horizon. The sun's warmth and sounds of the ocean intoxicated. "Yeah, golly." We were quiet for a long moment.I said: "I think I've wanted that to happen since the first time I met you."And she sighed and said: "Me too."And I said: "I'm not that kind of girl."And she trailed her fingernail across my bare skin and said: "Me neither."And I said: "What are you going to do to me?"And she said: "Anything I want."And I blushed and looked into her smiling eyes and said: "Don't tease me."And for a moment, she got a sort of funny, questioning look, but then she.