”“Hmmm,” she turned her head and looked at me from the corner of her eye, “What type do you take me for?”She was a seductress. She was a tem...tress. She was a woman who knew what she wanted from sex, and exactly how she wanted it. I placed my cheek on hers and softly growled, "Stop me if I'm wrong. You are the type of woman who can appreciate a selfish lover. The type that would enjoy doing anything asked of her. But, you enjoy putting up struggle. Feebly fighting off advances is part of. "Martha and I were married in this church, 45 years ago. Some of you were here on that occasion, as we pledged to be faithful to one another, 'forsaking all others', for as long as we lived."My wife broke her vows to me, the vows she made here in the sight of God. She betrayed me. She committed adultery hundreds, if not thousands, of times. She bore c***dren to four other men, and let me unknowingly raise them as my own."The church echoed with a babble of shocked whispering. A few feet from Max. .." I tasted a wash of lube from inside her flowing over my tongue. I didn't even take her panties off. I just started licking her through them, then pulled them to the side and took huge mouthfuls of her juices, pulling her lips open with my fingers so I could drive my tongue into her pink pussy. She lifted her shirt up, no bra underneath, and played with her boobs, which are so sexy. I could see her nipple piercings through her shirt, which really turned me on when we were dancing. My hands. Correction. My body wouldn't physically do more than kiss her. But with Joey, it was okay to physically do more than kiss. I know, I know. It's gay. But I never really saw it that way. We were just being two horny dudes, getting off the best way we knew how until we could do the real thing. My affections for Joey, however, were beginning to complicate things. He was becoming more than my jerk off buddy. I was starting to see him as a lover. As Joey came back from the john, I sat up and he sat.