"Tell me, Bill, exactly what does cuckold mean?" demanded Sue."Seriously, Sue? You don't know what it means? It's an expression that a wife, and only ... wife, can bestow on a man. It's a man whose wife is fucking someone other than her husband, who by tradition, is the only man that should be fucking her," I explained."You asshole! That's a cruel thing to call a man, especially a man as proud as Jerry. He'll kick your ass if you call him that to his face, Bill!" Sue threatened."That would have. "Lets do it," he said.We did stop for dinner, then we went to the club Monk turned me onto. The Brit and I walked in. The owner and the bartender both knew me. The bartender was a tough ass chick with huge breasts."Hello there Sylvie," she said."Hello Gloria, how about a couple of beers," I said.When she put the to beers down, it was accompanied by, "Whose your friend. He is cute." This ugly bastard is Brit," I said."Pleased to meet you," she said."Likewise, I'm sure," The Brit said."My God. The head hit the back of my throat, and there was still six inches of him to go! I worked his massive member slowly in and out of my mouth going a little deeper into my throat each time. I unbuttoned his shirt and ran my hands and fingers over his hard stomach and up on his chest. My palms brushed his nipples, and I felt them stiffen. With the thumb and fore finger of each hand I grasped and rolled his nipples causing them to stiffen even more. I worked them over as my mouth stayed busy slowly. With Rick in tow, I flicked on the light to the bathroom and caught myself in the mirror. My hair was a mess, my shoulders and knees were red. I quickly turned around and saw how raw my ass looked. I looked like I’d just been abused. “Look what you’ve done!” I yelled jokingly.“Hey man, you asked for it.” Rick replied. It was true. I certainly did ask for it. Over and over.I giggled again. “I know, and I’d ask for it a thousand times over.” I said with a wry smile. I slid open the glass shower.