’ I smiled back at her as I sat down on the couch. She smiled at me. ‘Maybe later’ she said with a rye grin. ‘So..’ I sighed. ‘So.’ she ...eplied. ‘I think he wants a divorce.’ ‘Jenn.. I’m so sorry. Why? I mean.. why do you think that? And.. well why does he want a divorce?’ ‘He just.. ‘ I could tell she was close to tears ‘I don’t think he loves me any more’ With that she broke down and started crying. I put my wine glass down and put my arm around her. ‘I’m sorry’ she said through her tears.. Admittedly I remember being in a kind of haze and everything seemed very surreal. In no time I had a nice rhythm going and before I knew it Spike was fucking my mouth, while uttering things about what a good homo I was and how he was going to make me his personal cocksucker. I didn’t mind the name calling. It actually made me hotter. I have no idea how long that I worked on Spike’s cock, but I do know that when he shot off in my mouth, I immediately swallowed his boy load like it was a natural. I fucked her hard and she fucked back just as hard until she came. I had to grab hold of her to keep her from collapsing. She certainly orgasmed enthusiastically.She pulled off me and turned, removing the condom and kissing my glans. “Thanks,” she said, smiling up at me.“Thank you,” I smiled back.She stood and gave me a short sweet peck on my lips.I turned off the water before she flushed down the empty condom.By the time I exited the shower, she had already left the bathroom. Shrugging, I. In my defense, it had been about seven months since I’d been laid. What do you expect from a guy in his forties under those circumstances?I was finally getting a handle on it as closing time drew near. A couple of encounters with people trying to sell me shit or pick up stuff for peanuts had pushed up my frustration factor, which helped.With the shop empty, I was planning to close up early. So, when the door chime sounded just as I was about to lock up, I wasn’t especially happy about it. I.