” “You were funny.” “Was I?” “You made me piss my pants. Literally.” “I remember. Although I was careful to leave that out of the ...edding speech.” “I would have divorced you if you’d told the truth about what happened.” My cock hardened as I thought back to that gloriously sunny day in the riverside garden. Even I began to realise that Sophie’s enjoyment of the barbecue wasn’t related to the grilled meat on offer, or the sparkling wine in her glass. “It was your fault. You kept topping me. We both just use each other as sex toys. We are not in a relationship as we have wonderful partners already. Steve’s cock is sooo big! Did you know that?”Ronnie laughed with me. “I haven’t seen it myself, but I have heard the rumors.”“Well, they are true,” I confided. “His cock is at least 10” long, thick and delicious. It is just amazing to cuck on… he’s also a big cummer … and he has the most luxurious fucking rhythm and staying power. I have multiple orgasms.” Ronnie giggled.“I even arranged. She got a big charge out of knowing I was almost ready to drop a load in my pants, then she would stop her massaging and move away, a sly grin on her face. I told her that HER DAY was coming, when she least expected it. One evening I had an old friend call and ask if I would like to have dinner with him and his wife, which I accepted. I hadn't told anyone or left a note as to where I was going or what time I would be home. As it turned out I arrived back at the house around 8 PM, to find. A vain attempt to match the majesty of billions of stars on this clear, cold, moonless night. When we got to my house, I was shocked. It was decked out in all its Christmas finery. How had I hung those lights? I’d always needed Ginny’s help to do them. Where had I found the crèche that Ginny’s mother had as a little girl? All the lights on the tree were blinking. I must have spent hours finding burned out bulbs, when had I found the time, or the energy? I know I’d done it, but the doing was.