“You’ll probably think I’m weird or gross or something like that.” She looked at me and placed her hand over mine. I shivered. Hopefully she ...idn’t notice. “Just talk to me.” “Okay.” I said. “It’s about my… my sexuality.” I said carefully almost whispering. She looked at me still, furrowing her brows a little in confusion. “Your sexuality?” She asked and I looked down embarrassed. “Yes.” I said still looking down. “I’m.. I’m a little confused.” “Oh, honey.” She started. “That’s perfectly. I sucked up all of her juices. She then smiled at me with those sexy brown eyes and told me it was time to return the favor. She then unzipped my jeans and yanked down my boxers and told me to lay on the bed. I obeyed. She took hold of my 8 inch cock and started stroking it. She proceeded to tease me by licking around the tip of my cock and all around it. After about a minute she put her sexy lips on my cock and engulfed it down her throat. She started sucking me off with energy. I started. And he hadn’t said how soon he was going to ask for Esther’s hand, or when the wedding would take place.I went back to school and back to my other life. I did tell one of my buddies about the conversation, and he thought it was funny. He made no mention about living under the same roof with a gay guy. It was irrelevant.My sophomore year was coming to an end when I got an email from my dad. The wedding date had been set. They were waiting for me to come home, as I was to be his best man. I was a. Steve was fingering her pussy and Bobby removed his leather belt and wrapped it around his wrist.Turning to me he said, “Your slutty little wife whore needs punishing. Wouldn’t you agree?”I nodded yes.“You can stroke yourself as you watch,” he told me, “and anyone else who wants to can as well,” he announced to our audience.He began flogging her butt with his belt, and I noticed several men unzipping and taking their cocks out to stroke as they watched. At the same time Steve continued his.