Fuck it here goes, she gives me another glance as she goes past, I follow her to the bar and stand behind her waiting for her to be served. She orders...her drink and when the barmaid returns for paying I pushed forward and offer to pay ordering myself another JD for good measure.“Thanks” she says with a smile, at this point I’m checking her out fully, I get a full view of her cleavage, with a love heart tattoo on her left tit, face is alright, nothing stands out just ordinary. I reply “your. Id been doing an awful lot of that lately. When I came out of the bathroom, I found my son and husband lying on their sides in a kind of sixty-nine position sucking on each others cock at the same time. They looked so cute like that. They werent going at it like crazy, but rather just contentedly suckling away on one anothers manhood in peaceful bliss. I wanted to take a picture. I settled down on the bed and watched them for a little bit. I ran my fingernails along my husbands thigh and gazed. I grabbed my keys and told Sara I was running errands. I stayed out until Sara finally called me to bring home dinner. Before lunch on the third day, Beth walked around my desk with her breasts hanging out and placed a hard pink nipple against my lips and said, “Suck it, Ben. I know you want to.” I did want to; she was right about that. I took it in my mouth and sucked and nibbled on it and moved to the other one. I was so into what I was doing that I had completely forgotten about Sara being. I then sent her a link to an intelligent article on the topic. The writer talked about the psychology, thrills, angst, etc. and why both sexes find various aspects of it titillating. She didn't read it while we were on the phone, but the next day I got a simple text while at work that read: "Intriguing. How do you know so much about this?"I didn't reply. Better to handle this one via voice when we could sync schedules. That evening she was unable to chat, so I found a few more resources. I.