Not as active as you used to be in the church.”“I’ll lead the prayer meeting next Wednesday. Promise. I love you.” It was not entirely a lie. ...er husband was not a bad man — but he was sedentary and unimaginative. She would have gone mad had she not found a way to carve out a slice of independence.“I love you too, Maggie.”*She bought a guidebook and read about Greece. It sounded enchanting and she was truly interested in Paul and his travels two thousand years earlier to promulgate the new. I used to stay up late, even when I was very tired, because I knew that as soon as grandma was deep asleep grandpa would come to my room for some cock worshipping. I loved his cock any way I could get it, but I especially loved when he came to my room at night because I could take my time and enjoy it. Grandpa would sit on the edge of the bed and I would kneel in front of him so I could suck his cock, lick his balls and rub my face all over his privates. He would softly touch my hair and face. She shows me the shape to make with my mouth, drawing in my cheeks, using my tongue, making my mouth a pleasureable hole for my husband to use.I take him between my lips. He tastes of salt and sweat and cum and þrall. A shudder runs through me from the nape of my neck, right down through my heart and between my legs as I taste another girl on my husband's shaft.I can only take the very tip, so I wrap my hands around the rest of him and milk him like a cow's udder into my mouth, my two hands. As Jan begins to hand me my menu my wife says, "Oh, he won't be needingthat. Thank you."Jan pulls the menu away from me looking a little confused. "Aahh...OK.You're waitress will be here shortly."Oh my god. Did she see my stockings, did she see my wife with Mr.Stanton?With anyone else??I felt sick."Don't you think the weather's been beautiful. Perfect summer if you askme," she says looking at her menu."Yes ma'am," I reply, thinking how fucking surreal all this is.It's amazing how powerful that.