I'm straight.Totally.....Anyway,3 in the morning and I'm pissed and I tell Tom,time for bed,and I go in to the bedroom,strip naked,and crawl into bed,...eaving Tom to finish off his beer.Some time later,I have no idea how much later,I feel Tom snuggling behind me,obviously naked,and obviously hard.He must have been gently rubbing his cock on my ass for a while,because I was very wet with his pre-cum.I jumped and he said "sorry,I wasn't really trying to fuck you,I was having a cuddle,and..well..it. ' I'm a bit taken aback because she used the term, 'your wife' when 'their mother' would have been more appropriate. I'm not sure what to make of this, whether she was trying to steer the conversation back to a spouse-of-Karen direction, or whether this was a dig."Karen offered, "I think she just wanted to phrase things in a more personal way. Their mother is impersonal to you, but your wife isn't. It also reminds a man that his wife cheated on him, planting the seed that maybe he should cheat. He tied a cloth across my eyes so that I couldn't see anything. He made it tight so that it would not fall off. Then he lay me on the bad with my legs spread and proceeded to kiss me and lick me in a random way so I never knew what he was going to do next. He sucked each nipple for at least ten minutes and I bet they were sticking out two inches. It made me hotter than a firecracker and I couldn't wait to see where he would kiss or lick me next. He was licking me under my arm when I felt. I kneel over her and aim my pulsing dick right at her drunk sweaty face."Here's how much I love you."I blow right between her eyes and she grimaces. I hurl rope after rope of white sperm onto her face and hair and neck. I whine and grunt with the released frustration from her treatment of my earlier that night. She squeals and squints, clamping her mouth shut and squirms away to the other end of the couch but I stand up and get in front of her. I comb my fingers into her hair and it's frosting.