Of course, she lives with her husband and baby now, not next door.”“And this BS about it not being cheating?”“Do you know what an open marriag... is?” I asked.Crystal laughed, “I forgot THAT line. Sure. They were supposedly a thing in the 60s and 70s, if you believe the stories about couples that didn’t believe in fidelity.”“See, I think that’s where you’re wrong. Fidelity means being faithful and keeping your vows. If your vows don’t include monogamy, then you aren’t being unfaithful. You can. Was I really there? Was it actually going to happen? Was I actually going to taste the very cock that I had licked a hundred times in magazine layouts?I began to bring my mouth to it. I wanted to talk to it and tell it how much I wanted to please it and for it to like me and that I was in love with it, but those words might not sit well with Mason or Albert, so I didn’t speak.And then . . . I felt it. The heat. This man’s sexy erection was radiating heat to my lips. I could smell its scent of. She suggested that the answer could be maybe and that maybe could change if I can get a good posting and prospects.”“Best of luck. But we should get this sleeping beauty back to the ship, and forget we ever saw her.”“OK, Roger. I’ll forget.”“Promise? This is important.”“It is? OK. I promise. I didn’t see her and nothing happened, but you had better sit in the back holding her. She is just a limp heap.”Marco drove us to the port. We had to argue at the dock gate. Taxis were allowed in, not. ‘Dont! Not yet!’ Then she wrapped the towel around my shaft for a moment and gently dabbed my cock dry. ’The taste of soap.’ she said ’Is not so nice’ and then with one hand gripping the base of my shaft, she pulled my knob straight into her mouth and closed her lips around it. Pleasure waves shot through my whole body. It felt so soft and warm inside her mouth, and she was in total control of me. Her other hand had reached around and grabbed my bum, nails digging in sharply. She dragged her.