I checked my email the next day. I read it again, and a devilish thought popped into my head. I typed back, "How well hung are you?" and sent it off. ...inutes later the reply was "Ten inches long, seven around”."Ten inches? No way," I thought, and typed, "Sure, go ahead and send me one photo of this huge thing."A few minutes later, a picture of a big, fat black cock appeared in my screen."Think you could handle it?" Well, I really don't know." Just could write back."Baby, you've never been. The sucking stops too. As I still can't see my ears are straining to listen to what is happening. I feel the bed move by my left side. I hear moans and groans. Omg they are licking eachother. Sucking eachothers pussy. This continues for ages my cock feels like it is going to bust on its own. I have to concentrate not to come because it is turning me on so much. They both come to a screaming orgasm together. Then each girl kisses me I can taste the juices on there mouths. Slightly different but. "I saw Callie before the game. She came up to my room right after supper."Mitch?" she asked tentatively after I let her in. "Maybe we should call this bet off." Man, you really hate the idea of sleeping with me, don't you?" Actually, it's not that. I've been thinking. What you said the other day is right. Your end of the deal is too much. I should've never even proposed it. And I don't think the Sox have a chance." Of course you don't, you're a Yankees fan," I smirked."Hey, they were pretty. I was a CPA and a good one. I had been coasting for the last year. Not really, for I had acquired some skills, worthless really if I wanted to go back to being honest again. I was married and that was a responsibility that would take some time to resolve. Eventually I would sit down with Amanda and talk this out. The trouble is she has taken the very trust away that every man needs in his wife. Maybe we could make a life together without it, but it would be difficult. Stupid bitch!Does anyone.