”She smiled, a warm, innocent smile, and nodded. “Ok,John! I definitely will.” Her smile faltered for amoment, and then she pointed ...er finger at him. “But ifat any point it becomes a distraction or embarrassmentfor you, you better tell me, mister.”John laughed. “Deal.”The next day I called in sick to work, both because Iwas terribly exhausted and because I didn’t trust John.We watched TV and talked sports, but often when Brendawas in the room I. There was a knock on the door, and it brought him back from his mental wandering. He watched as she opened the door and invited her guy of the night in. He studied the guy, guessing his age at somewhere in his thirties. He was dressed in a polo and jeans. Also, not shocking, very handsome. He had to admit; his wife had good taste in men.The guy stared across the room at him also as he sat there in the chair naked. From the look on his face, he must have been told he’d be there. He wasn’t. Provided that you can relax your limitation a little for that, can you?"He rolled his eyes. "I suppose," he said. "John said we need to show them the same trust they have us, and that will be a way to do it. There is a time for caution, but it can be overdone. Yes, you may have your wedding party."She squeezed his hand. "And we can invite them, too," she continued. "I've been talking to them about the different kinds of social glue we use, and certainly ceremonies are one of those things, and I. Then I would go back to his cock. He was breathing hard and laying back in the couch. I started working his cock faster as he would moan with pleasure and kept saying what a good cocksucker I was. It didn't take long before he said he was cumming. I hesitated for a split second on whether I should take my mouth off or let him cum in my mouth. I kept my lips around it as I felt his cock spasm and cumming hitting the back of my mouth. I let the cum rum back down his shaft I gagged a little.