Ever! Much less for a week straight.This was the last night Paul and I would be out of town on this job. We had been sleeping together and having sex ...ll week. I wondered just how different things would be once we got back home. I had a wife I loved waiting there and I was feeling guilty about cheating on her. On the other hand I knew I wanted to continue to have sex with Paul. It was a situation I never thought I would be in.My mind flashed back to last Friday when my boss told Paul and me. I pulled it out and without warning, pushed it all the way into her throat. Like the good girl she is, she didnt gag…just sucked it like a pro. I began stroking hard, deep into her mouth, all the way out, then straight back down her throat. Saliva dripped from her mouth onto her top, but i didnt care, i was gonna fuck her mouth like the cock sucker she was. After dropping some pre-cum on her tongue, i stood her up and walked her over to the couch. I f***ed her over the arm and lifted her skirt. She knelt up, sideways along the sofa, and leaned over and gripped the armrest, wiggling her cute bottom in the air. Her anus was slick with saliva and was easily accessible between her spread cheeks, just above her cum-leaking slippery hot cunt.“Here we go sush,” I said as i got back onto the sofa, kneeling behind her. I stroked Sushila’s buttocks, lightly squeezing those delicious globes, savoring the anticipation of journeying into her bowels. I then lightly fingered her arsehole, easily. But I also told her with me she could have something different. The kind of excitement and buzz that she’d known all those years ago with Callan. I just told her the truth – that she had a choice. Between two very different things. Between two very different men.”“And she chose me,” I spat out. I might as well have added ‘you bastard,’ because although I didn’t say it, he knew it was implied. The unsaid words at the end of my pain.“Yes. Yes, she did,” he said raising his glass in a toast.