With some dexterity for a not so nimble girl, she knelled in front of me, opened my pants all the way, pulled my underwear under my balls, and then be...an to lick me from scrotum to head, up and down like a lollipop. I looked around, and after seeing that nobody was minding us, I grabbed her head and shoved my cock into her mouth where I began a slow fucking motion as she alternated deep throating me and licking me. She continued sucking me while cupping my balls in her hand and putting pressure. There was still some aspects that I wanted to know more about, whether to torture myself or just understand my wife's sexuality I don't know. We agreed last night to sit down and devote the evening to discussing how we deal with what happened. I poured us both large glasses of wine as I wanted her (and I suppose myself) to talk freely and openly and I thought alcohol might facilitate this. "Sarah I want you to know that whatever we do about this I love you very much and I'm not angry, but I. No ’ifs’ and no ‘buts’!” He started to balk at the idea of this, but a raised eyebrow from Karen had him telling his mother exactly what she had told him to say. When he had done, Karen reached across and snapped his phone shut and tossed it onto the settee. “Phones are so boring, don’t you think?” She now stood before him as he sat on the bed. She took his arms and placed them around her waist, guiding his hands to the concealed fastening of her skirt. He undid the button and drew. Should I resign?’ ‘No, reduce your make-up, wear very loose clothes and try to flatten your boobs, don’t bend over in front of him and don’t fuck… er seduce him.’ ‘And you think that will work?’ ‘No.’ Becky left the café confused but more enlightened. That evening after dinner Charlton accompanied her home in a cab and she stupidly invited him up to her parent’s apartment, knowing they were away for a few days with her recently divorced sister Maggie. Bang! As the door shut Charlton had one of.