"I'll have a vodka on rocks," she said. Then she looked at me and waited. I was on my own."A doub..." My voice was much too high. I lowered it a littl..., and decided to try gentle and breathy too. "A double vodka on the rocks, please." The bartender turned away."Not bad, dear," my wife said, amused. "A little like Jackie Kennedy, but not at all bad. There are worse models. Now, see how many firsts already? You've been called a lady, you're out and passing with over fifty people paying no. Her hands found my hardness and she slowly reached down and removed the caged member from his cotton prison. Her hands were shaking as she worked her hand up and down its length. Sarah got off the bed and pushed me down onto the bed. Dropping to her knees she took me into her mouth. Sarah's tongue pressing into the underside of my cock felt fantastic. She looked into my eyes the entire time, letting her lips slide of the top briefly, taking a breath before again forcing the entire length into. Inside, she suddenly noticed just how cold she had been, for it was nice and warm in the cozy cottage. To her right was a little kitchen with a dining table, to her left a sitting room with a large fireplace. There was a roaring fire in the hearth, with a large pot of what looked like porridge over the fire. Sleeping in an old wooden rocking chair was the man she’d seen earlier. And what a man! He was a bit old - looked like he was in his fifties maybe - with a thick, curly black beard. He wore. “Yes, my friend. Senior Bob and Seniora Delores have been at it for many years. We all know, but no one says anything; Delores is a good boss.”The boys all nodded.“There’s no accounting for taste.” Jerry commented.“Delores could have any guy in town; I’d marry her tomorrow.” Carl said wistfully as the thumping started in the office.Boom, boom, boom... I turned away to hide my distress. She was fucking my big loud fat married uncle Bob? Delores was gorgeous, she was nice, why would she do.