But that night, I was too hurt to do anything other than lay there in that bed and wonder what I'd done to deserve it.For my entire life I'd been the ...ood guy. I'd never forced myself on a woman. I'd never taken anything that wasn't mine. I helped out when I could, whoever I could. And I'd spent my entire life working very hard at both my education and my career.Just because I'd been fortunate enough to end up in a position where that hard work had paid off financially didn't make me a bad guy. “That sounded like a threat to me Sam,” I told him. I didn’t realize my cock was still hanging out until Merry told me, “Dell, your dick is still hangin’ out.”“Suck it,” I told her. She had been told what to do all her life, so she dropped to her knees and asked, “Why?” “To piss your husband off,” I answered.“Oh,” she said and opened wide. Sam laid there in a world of hurt and watched his wife give me a pretty damned good blow job.He finally struggled to his feet and said, “I’m leavin’ you, you. I sat back and savored every bite. When my meal was done, I poured some hot water in my cup and made some tea. I thought about the meal the ladies had made the day before. It had been very good, but my simple meal left me completely satisfied.As I sipped my tea, I threw some more wood onto the fire. There is something hypnotic about a campfire. I watched the flames as they leapt upward into the sky. Different colored flames would appear from time to time. Blue, yellow, red, and green flames. Her hand cupped my cheek as we went.She released my face and sat back. Looking straight into my eyes. I was lost, captivated. I was hers‘Are you ok?’ she asked? Her voice was soft and tender.I managed a nod.‘More’ is all I uttered.She slid off the lounge kneeling between my legs. I sat up. Her lips found mine once again. This time much firmer, but still silky soft. She kissed and our tongues danced to their own beat.Her hands found my breasts and softly squeezed then her hand slid up under my.