The boss was happy, the customer was happy, I was getting regular raises and some quite nice bonuses. I kept up the running, but no more organized rac...s, particularly no more marathons.More and more I would drive over to somewhere around Waikiki or the zoo and park, then run around and into the Diamond Head crater. I would always finish up with a somewhat short swim in the water out from the Ala Moana Hotel. It wasn't so much to cool off—the water was always comfortably warm. But when I came. I would talk about the various campers that I was going to fuck. How he was to watch and learn. We gave each of them names like "knobbly knees" and "tight bum". I would tell Paul what each of them wanted me to do to them, what they liked and disliked. I just knew from watching them. Whether I was right or not mattered little. I would tell him about the women that interested me and how the two of us could satisfy each other and abuse him at the same time. I wanted his mind swimming with sexual. My wife and I were not swingers – at least not yet – and as far as I knew the only other man to have sexual intercourse with her was a guy she dated in college. Again, reason fluttered through my foggy brain telling me I should take her home and let any onus for the cop-out decision fall on me. And yet, I was feeling more than a little annoyed at my wife’s behavior, and reason sunk into the foggy mist of the alcohol in my brain and I decided to give ‘wifeypoo’ enough rope to hang herself. That. It made me feel dirty, and it was what he wanted. I repeated it over and over, feeling like I could cum at any second just from sucking cock."You like being a little slut?" he asked me. I kept his cock in my mouth and made an "mmm-hmm" sound, to indicate that I sure did. He put a hand on the back of my head and made me go a little deeper. At one point he touched the back of my throat without causing me to gag, but I was still a long way from deepthroating."Good girl!" he exclaimed. Oh my god, I.