“Just to let you know, I heard you talking to the guys about what you wanted to do to me, how you would, how did you put it?” Shit! “ Erm erm I ...on’t know what you mean” “I think you do” her voice stern, her hand reaching in the top draw of her desk her leg tapped mine the material of her boots hitting me, one hand slowly, teased one of the gloves she had pulled out, finger by finger stretching the shiny leather until it encased her whole hand. “I heard you tell them you wanted to fuck me, how. She was my mum and reasonably normal, but now and again I often wondered if a mum would fantasize over her own son as opposed to what I was doing? I had to inherit it from somewhere. But then my mum did once tell me my father used to ‘play’ with his sister, I could have inherited this incestuous craving from him, plus his great taste in women-my mum, but that’s another story.I approached my house and the sunlight hit me with great intensity. I desperately needed a shower. I was soaked right. He took his time sliding up and down his partners cock, pausing at the head for a second and then engulfing his rod down to the base. It was a real turn-on for me because the guy's cock was coated with a slimy mixture of spit and pre-cum. In a few seconds, he went over the edge, threw his head back and unloaded into his partner's mouth. I must say, the guy giving head was a real pro because he didn't spill a drop. After his buddy finished shooting in his mouth, he leaned back on his haunches,. He was a dancer at an all male revue. She had once admitted to me that she would have had sex with him at her bachelorette party, just a couple of weeks before our wedding, if she had had a chance and her friends wouldn't have judged her. Every time she described her feelings about him and his body while we were in bed, we had earth moving sex.You can guess that we had talked about sexual fantasies pretty openly since getting married, and she knew I thought about having sex with men too. I had.