I had lots of friends and most of us were jocks of one kind or another. that meant some of us were good at something and the others thought they were ...ut we all had that much in common..and we had a good time. this was many years ago so you can imagine the stigma that would be put on us had we shown any interest in m2m sex. queers were queers and we were all young macho guys (no one knew what the hell "macho" was then, of course)..we played ball and talked about girls and were just normal. Her nipples where hard and stood out easy to see. I offered them some coffee and breakfast. They both took up my offer. After they finished our guest stood up and as he brought his plate to the sink where I was standing he thanked me for the great meal. I told him he was welcome, he went on to thank me for allowing him the use of my wife also. He and I both where looking at her setting at the table. She had her legs crossed and was sipping her coffee. Oh, I said well that was her idea not mine.. ?Get off of me,? she cried, embarrassed for peeing on the bed. She had losttotal control of her body with the orgasm. ?Is that the thanks I get?? he teased, while firmly holding her down. ?Charlie, please. Let me go,? she said, tears of embarrassment running downher face. ?You're kind of old to be peeing in bed, aren't you, little Alice ?? he said,furthering her humiliation. ?This is no way for a wife to behave, is it?? ?Charlie, please,? she sobbed, struggling to get off the bed, away from. I watched as he cleansed me. The contrast between the love goddess upper body and Adonis lower was striking. When he cleaned between my legs, I thrilled at his touch, but calmed myself. It took awhile, his cleaning, because I was positively pouring out our mingled juices. My distended labia couldn't hold back any of the flood. It was the same when I wiped down his loins; he got hard, but we ignored the temptations. Then we dressed. He had trouble fitting his cock between his legs and I laughed.