Blatantly CaughtNot long after my second wife moved out to 'work through some things' -- which in this case meant quitting her job as an exotic dancer...and instead turning tricks in-call -- I stopped by the Market Street Cinema, at the time San Francisco's most dubious stripclub. (I'd gone there because at the time I hadn't yet learned my wife was a whore; as it was a Friday, her usual night to work, I thought it best *not* to go by the club where she [presumably] worked.) Fortunately, there is. We were lucky that Val and Cory didn’t come into the kitchen for food or drink, but we were both so hot for each other, it was likely over in under 20 minutes. We used the back entrance and snuck upstairs, where we fucked for over 2 hours, we just couldn’t seem to cool down. Valencia’s antics had inspired us – when we both saw her at breakfast that morning, neither of us could get the images out of our head, her sexy little body in the throes of lesbian bliss with Cory. Once she’d gone off to. She wanted to throw something at him. He’d gotten her all worked up and it was about this?“You mean you finally met a blind woman, who’s been living in the wilderness all her life, and doesn’t know any better? Gee, congratulations.”Melissa thought she was being cute, and at the same time admonishing him for being all theatrical. The problem was, he didn’t react in proportion to her barb.“So you don’t care,” he said. “Okay. I guess that’s all I need to know. I guess that means you’re ready for. I put my tongue against her clit and rubbed it slowly, getting harder and harder as she moaned louder. Soon she collapsed forward onto her hands, her body shaking. She let out a series of small, quiet squeals as she came, and I tasted a hot, slippery gush of her pussy juices as she came on my tongue. I licked her until she suddenly moved up and turned over, lying on her back next to me, gasping for breath. Oh, my, god! she panted. The guys all grinned down at us. Good, huh? asked Ethan. Fuck.