After a fantastic curry we caught a cab to Patpong and walked through the market stalls to a bar I called second home. The place was friendly had good...looking girls and had cheap beer. The girls at first wondered what the situation was with my friend wife but all was put to rest when she followed me into the communal toilet and first wanted to see my cock and then asked one of the girls to suck her tit, all of which happen and the news spread around the bar and the girls relaxed and joined us. An endless wave of thoughts and questions washed into the pit. Had that really just happened? I had just made out with my muscular, hunky, straight best friend. What the fuck? Was he straight? Maybe hes bi? Why did he do that? What did it me? Does he like me like me? Why am I turned on? Is it ok that Im turned on? As these thoughts raced through my head my face went from one of elation to one of horror. Whats wrong? he asked, I know Im not that bad of a kiss.er He looked concerned but I was. It just kind of worked out that way. That story is kind of interesting in itself and this might be a good time to take a time out to tell it.When I married Lydia she was a stunningly beautiful, bubbly, fun loving, sort of happy-go-lucky 20 year old auburn haired young woman with a perfectly proportioned 38c-24-36, 5' 10'', 112 pound athletic body sitting on a pair of long slim legs that were crowned at the top by a delectable, slightly protruding, and inviting pussy mound with two slightly. He was now behind us, watching her suck off this stranger, rubbing the bulge in his pants. The stranger getting head reached down and pulled Lexi's breasts out of her top, and played with her nipples. She kept sucking him while moaning quietly, moving a little faster, and then with a soft groan he came, his cum filling her mouth quickly. Lexi managed to swallow some, but most had dripped down onto her tits. "Thanks for the warning," she scolded, smiling. He just smiled and winked, closed his.