Her face was red and slightly swollen. Her nose and throat were throbbing and her eyes stung with cum. Her neck felt like rubber and she winced with e...er swallow. Someone ticked 65 as this guy finished in Chloe's mouth. He whipped his cock out and slapped Chloe with it then spit in her eyes. "65 is a good number for cum chugging, but we are dissapointed you couldn't stay awake longer before hand. You're lucky Sparx and his 18" fore-arm of a cock weren't here to real tear you up."He wasn't. He was tall with an athletic build and cocoa skin. Dave suggested she go chat and see how it felt. Dave watched from their table as she went over. He couldn't help but notice the sway she was putting into her thick hips as she walked. She sat next to him at the bar and the quickly began to chat. They seemed to be getting along well. She was laughing often and touching his arm. Dave just continued to watch. Another round of drinks still chatting and laughing. The man had moved his large dark. I didn’t want to spell it out, it would have been too painful. But both Jason and I knew who I meant. That this connection between us could grow to a point where it would hurt my wonderful husband.***************I’m sorry if I’ve rambled a bit, but I think it’s important to understand all of this. It’s important because this was how I was feeling on the Thursday night when Jason and I held each other in his bed and talked about our feelings and how we’d connected so deeply.And this was how. Beverly and I got married in a quiet, little inner city chapel attached to a mission hall in central Manchester. Even the visit to the registry office attracted little attention although the lady registrar was only convinced of Beverly's 'true' legal sex after personally witnessing a medical examination with a lesbian gynaecologist attending. Even then the gynaecologist was asked to prepare and sign a document attesting to Beverly's 'true' condition. It was the one single unpleasant.