“Hey do you want me to pick up that Special Edition Muscle Weekly? It’s suppose to be pretty bad ass.” “Uh.. Yeah.. Sure. You can grab it if y...u want to. I mean you don’t have to I can get myself a copy tomorrow.” She gave me a dirty look. “Jon, we always look at that magazine. Why wouldn’t I want to get it? You know I love it as much as you do.” “You’re right. Just grab it and I’ll give you the money back.” This was also a mistake. She and I would always pick things up for each other and never. How had my wife of 20 years, a 57 year old, conservative, church-going, business woman, and mother of 2, come to this point of being on her knees servicing a stranger? Given her southern heritage, the fact that she was enthusiastically sucking black cock was nothing less than stunning.We had traveled to San Francisco on yet another business trip and ended up in a hotel near the airport on Sunday afternoon. After unpacking, we laid on the bed and began to tease each other about our sexual. .. though I have a pretty good idea what it's going to be." She made a circle with her thumb and forefinger and repeatedly poked the index finger of her other hand through it. "Do you get what I'm telling you? Answer me!" "I..." I coughed to clear my throat. "You mean you... and Rachel... are going to... you might..." "Never mind, shit-for-brains. We're going to get laid. We're going to get a couple of big thick cocks shoved in us. We're going to get pumped full of some other guys' scum. And. ... on asking her where was roy ? she simply said " he's up stairs " so i thought he must be in the shower or something ?we drank our coffee's and helen said that if it suited me i was welcome to stay over if i wanted , i thought to myself you try and fucking stop me, with my mind still in overdrive as to what the weekend might hold ? i said that i had nothing planned but lets see how things pan out, not wanting to appear to keen as you never really know how things might turn out ?so by now i.