So, we can pretend to be drunk, and he can go to my bedroom and sleep there next to my wife and I can go to the guest room and sleep next to his wife....He was a bit afraid but I convinced him that either wives either won’t wake up or won’t notice the faces in dark. This gives us both a chance to explore a bit. We are just going to play a bit, but not really take it to the extreme step. If any of them wake up, we can pretend to be drunk and switch again.I encouraged him a bit more by saying that. I started getting a wiggling feeling in my gut, and it felt like I had to pee. I told him I needed to get up and use the bathroom, but he said to lay still. I tried, but the urge kept building, my dick throbbed as I tried to hold back the need. My body shook then, my dick exploded a liquid. It shot up maybe two feet and landed on my stomach. My heart pounded and my legs felt like rubber. The liquid kept pumping out shooting not as high, and covered his hand. He ran his thumb over the piss slit. .As it is well known by mortals, once upon a time the god Hephaistos had been cast from heaven by his mother Hera at birth, for she was ashamed at bearing a crippled son. But as fate would like it the young god was rescued and raised by men in a cave on the shores of the River Okeanos, and later he became a skilled smith.Manny year later, still angry at his mother's treatment, the now grown Hephaistos sent various gifts to Olympos including a Golden Throne for Hera. When the goddess sat upon. . ?' was music to our ears.I smiled at him, as I leaned near him to extract his wallet from his back pocket. "Better put that away," I said, looking down at his limp dick. He quickly pulled his shorts and pants up while I searched his billfold.His driver's license indicated that he was fifty-one years old, certainly old enough to have better sense than to fall for a side-of-the-road scam. There were three credit cards and a folder of photographs. We never take credit cards or jewelry and I.