At 9AM, I went over, and she opened the door and the kid was watching TV, and she was in a great mood. She apologized for being super drunk, and I sai... it was ok and that she was loud when she walked to her room last night (testing the response) and she said ya I know. She then said that the hotel has a night club and maybe we should go there tonight as she could monitor the kid via the Samsung. I told her it was a dress up kind of place and she said she was excited about trying out a new dress. Chapter four: Monday I went to work having not slept much, if at all. My ass was dragging, and colleagues assumed that I had partied hard over the weekend. I wished that was the problem.Mondays are bad anyway, but this day was made even worse with the added pressure of the impending loss of my marriage. I couldn’t tell my troubles to anyone, because I didn’t want acquaintances to know that I was losing her.I couldn’t understand what had gone wrong. We had such a marvelous love and life. She put her hand round it and moved her fingers down to my balls. 'You were wonderful last night' she said, 'Your spunk that was in here went into your mouth and down into your belly' and as she said this she moved her finger from my balls to my mouth and traced her finger down my body to rest on my stomach, showing the path my spunk had taken. She saw my cock twitch again. 'I love the fact you like to eat your spunk, it gets me so hot' and she returned to rubbing my cock.I then remembered her. I'm not speaking about the every-day stories, on how they were late to work because of traffic. I'm speaking about stories that involve their sex life.Deep down, people want to share what they have kept secret or perhaps validate what they did or are doing sexually. The challenge in getting them to talk is getting them to feel that I would accept them, no matter what they told me. What follows is one of those stories.----------I love it when people ask me where I'm from. My response is always.