At least I always thought I did, but after seeing "When Harry Met Sally" I'm not really sure any more. We argued some, but I was never violent; I had ...ever raised my hand to her no matter what the provocation. We weren't rich, but I did make a good living and Mary Beth had seemed to be happy with what she had. I guess I must have been looking at our marriage with rose colored glasses. The phone rang and I answered it and it was Herb Olson."Yeah Herb, what do you want?" I snarled into the. Till the time we reached my place.Nothing was in my mind about what all could happen, since I always had bunch of single female friends crashing at my place at night. My place in a small studio room apartment, with very basic household goods in it nothing fancy but very well maintained.We got in and I asked her to freshen up, in the mean while I would cook something up as we didn’t have anything in the club but drinks. She was already a bit dizzy so she went in to take a shower first. I. Excited?" she finally finished lamely, a little embarrassed not to be able to use any stronger words. My mind raced. She had noticed. I knew what she meant of course, but could I plausibly feign ignorance or would forcing her to clarify only make things worse? Could I just deny it outright, or was that tantamount to calling her ugly or, even worse, a freak? This was a verbal minefield she'd dropped me in to. I decided I had to 'fess up, honesty had to be the best policy here, surely. "Er, yes?". “I will suck it for you. I will suck you dry and smile up at you, and it will cost you nothing but a favor.”My belt was undone my cock was out and she was stroking it gently, nudging it to maximum rigidity. She reached a hand into my pocket and pulled out my phone, holding in front of her face.“Take some pictures. I want you to photograph me sucking your cock and send them to my husband.” I took my phone and switched the camera on as she got to her knees.I went to close the door, but she.