To my astonishment, he smiled. ‘Been stood up?’ he said softly. ‘Uh –‘ I felt heat flood into my face. I’d been watching him — no doubt ...e’d been watching me too. It was no use denying what was patently true. ‘Yep. I guess he got a better offer.’ I forced a smile then found the courage to reciprocate. ‘How about you?’ ‘Looks like it.’ He shook his head. ‘Never mind. It’s their loss, right?’ ‘Definitely.’ He certainly didn’t look like someone who should’ve been stood up. Okay, so he wasn’t movie. You cum and turn around and sit next to me on the seat. I kiss you again. I think we've had enough water for a while.We dry each other off. You spend lots of time in my crotch area and I'm getting hard again. I see your legs quivering a bit and think you need to rest them. I lead you to the bed. You lay on your back and I start kissing you again. My fingers are running through your hair. Sometimes gently pulling it. By your tongues reaction I can tell that you like it. I reach down and start. ..”“ ... she keeps pulling you back in.” Grant took a long sip of his coffee and looked at Rennie with a concerned expression. “Do you think she did all this on purpose?”The query was answered with a modest shrug. “Probably not, but then again ... who knows? Seriously, I wouldn’t put it past her.” With a loud sigh, he placed his cup down on the small table next to him. Rubbing his eyes, he suddenly smiled and let out a small laugh.“What?”“Sorry, I must be getting a little punchy – more movie. He moaned into my cock while lifting himself off the bed and exploding. I watched and saw his cock blast a glob of cum onto my garter belt…wow…nice power! I thought. A few minutes later he was toweling off after a quick shower and broke the awkward silence that had developed. “I am a cuckold…a real and genuine cuckold.” “Really?” I said in a tone that suggested discovery… “Yes. I have been for about ten years now. I have seen my wife do everything in front of me except a transvestite.” .