I felt over the moon when she did that. She then began sucking and for every second, my cock was disappearing in her warm mouth. Her hands on my thigh... while sucking harder and harder. She was going deeper and deeper. This meant only one thing; she has done this a lot before. She is a master at blowjobs. As she was sucking my cock, I let my hand search for her boobies, grabbed one and started to caressing it. It felt amazing. A nice firm breast. Holly God, this is crazy I thought to myself. “. “How about that Luau?”“That’s just one time.”“How about when all of those people showed up right after you were arrested?”“That’s different.”“How about when your mothers, Sally, Steve, and Sanders showed up that one time?”“That wasn’t really a party.”Charlie said, “I’ll give you that one. You’ve got to admit that people just show up without much planning involved.”Betsy sighed. “I guess my wedding will be a typical Betsy party.”“I can deal with that,” Charlie said knowing that she didn’t have. Instead of moving into the hug, she kissed me on the mouth. It wasn't passionate. It didn't even seem like she really knew how to kiss. She just kind of pressed her lips against mine for maybe 3 seconds, then let me go.I stepped back and tried to keep looking casual, and I'm sure totally failing at it. Then I saw tears really forming in her eyes. She immediately started apologizing, although she was crying, so she was hard to understand."I'm sorry, Lauren! I'm so sorry! I should never... !"I. Her curiosity was triggered and from that moment forward, desire for her husband waned, while she simultaneously began fantasizing about other men, first his flirtatious co-worker, then her friends' husbands, neighbors and eventually random blokes on the street. She often wondered if this was how the male brain (often referred to as a penis) worked - obsessed about sexual fantasies and constantly seeking orgasmic euphoria. As her fantasies increased in intensity and frequency, so too did her.