She came into the room and plopped down on the couch next to me."What’s wrong, Robbie?" She asked leaning in close."Dad won’t let me invite anyone...over tomorrow because he has to fucking work" I answered shortly."Aw" she mocked in a baby voice, "Does that make the little Robbie sad?" Leave me alone God damn!" I told her."Hey, calm down, that just means we can have fun together" she smiled that smile that always got her whatever she wanted. The one smile I couldn't say ‘no’ to. I couldn't help. My arm round her, my hand slipping into her bra as if to reassure her. She asked, “was I still into the idea of her having sex outside our marriage, in effect, me being a cuckold?” I said, “I did have plenty of reservations, but if she wanted to try it, under certain circumstances, in principle, I thought that I could cope, but that she needed to be sure it was what she really wanted!” She swung herself round nearly dislocating my wrist caught in her bra, and kissed me soundly, saying she. ". He gave us a knowing look. This is an old theater where you go upstairs from the lobby. We got upstairs, opened a door and then a few feet further there is a curtain. We went past the curtain which opens up all the way in the back of the balcony. We allowed our eyes to adjust to the darkness. To the left of us is a half wall that abuts the back row. There were some guys standing there, probably playing with each others. We got a couple seats two rows below, There were some guys already. And it had been awhile. She got down on her old decrepit knees and started to suck me off. That shit felt good, and with each stroke my resolve was starting to wane. The witch sucked and sucked and finally made me shoot an enormous load down her throat. She smiled up at me and slowly some of her warts and moles started to fade. She laid back on those terrible elbows and flung open her dress to reveal a nasty looking pussy. It was green and stunk like sulfur. I had no choice but to kneel down.