I moaned. “Delicious,” I heard her say and felt her fingers open me for her exploring tongue.My moaning was now continuous, my body wanting nothin... more than to climax. Somehow Julie could sense the point of no return. Over and over her tongue and lips would take me almost to climax but then she’d let me calm down before exciting me again almost to but not quite to climax. My hips lifted to her face and I began to moan: “Oh Julie, please, please.”She lifted her face from my pussy, wet with my. Nobody.” A stammered, pathetic answer, but I didn’t know how to lie about it. No one ever texted me, least of all so late at night.Charlotte sat upright with a jolt. I shut my eyes and sighed quietly. I knew what was coming. “It’s her, isn’t it? Alan?”“Charlotte, I’m sorry. She says it’s an emergency.” It was hard to type with shaky fingers.“Her friends ditched her in a rough part of town. She needs a ride.” I stood and grabbed a shirt from the accent chair.Charlotte switched on her bedside. Walking into the kitchen, I made a conscious effort at normalcy. I gave my mom a peck on the check, saying, “Something smells really good.” My dad, as he usually did, gave me a playful swat and asked, “What’s up sport, ready for a big day?”“Yeah,” I replied, “I’m supposed to help Mr. Griffin move some stuff over to the Kelley’s farm.”“Oh, right,” Dad came back, “he called and said he wouldn’t be able to start that yet, something about trying again next week. I guess you’re off for the day.”. I kept the covers off of me even though this incident had made me feel very cold inside. I had even begun to shiver. I found it difficult to keep my eyes closed. More difficult was keeping them still. A flood of emotions washed over me. I felt silly and helpless. Maybe I should have confronted them. No, I thought to myself. Confrontation was not the proper response. Because of my sexual desires, I had invited another man into my wife's bed. I had sat by and watched earlier that morning.