I look at the glass of wine and set in down on the table -wondering if I have a drinking problem. I wish I hadn't hadso much that night at dinner. I r...ally wish I hadn'tbrought up my wife's desire to try something different. Itseems like years ago now.Chris comes out of the bathroom only wearing a towel. Ican't believe how fast time flies when you're lost in yourthoughts. I down the rest of the wine and tell him to gointo the bedroom.As I watch him as he reaches into the shopping bag hebrought. She also told me that he was coming back tonight. I asked her if she had ever been with a woman and she seemed offended at first and then answered that she had not and never planned on it. I decided I was going to be a little bit of a bitch and I told her that I didn't want this boy to come back tonight because I wanted to spend time with her myself. She looked at me blankly for a couple of minutes before she asked what I wanted to do with her. I asked her to come with me and she followed me to. I hoped he wouldn't take long and would soon climax in my mouth. It would be fascinating to see how his semen tasted: whether it would bear the same acrid taste of his cock drool, or whether it would have a taste all of its own.I'd swallow what he produced – I always enjoyed that – and would have to stifle any indigestion afterwards. Whatever happened, I'd have to avoid burping in the bus station office and betraying to whoever was serving me what I'd just drank down.However, just as I thought. Drops bead and drip from the side of the bottle and as I tip it up yet again I feel one drop off and hang perfectly from the very tip of one nipple. I smile to myself knowing the picture this forms in his eyes and damn the fact that he doesn't have his camera.Reaching down I undo the button of my jeans and unzip them about half way showing the bright white of cotton panties. I've never been one for fancy under things and there is something about bright white against smooth stomach flesh that.