He smiles understandingly. We then proceed to Alicia’s apartment complex. On the way there, I ask her if she is on the pill. Mark blurts out: “oh,...my God, you didn’t blow in her cunt, did you” (exact words). I bust out laughing, but thankfully Alicia didn’t hear the question. She said: “don’t worry, I don’t want this either. I then have the audacity to ask her what her boyfriend would think if he notices her ass is loose. Who asks this kind of stuff? Well, my drunken self did. I don’t recall if. We climb on the bed and lie stroking each others cocks for a few minutes before moving into a 69 and licking each other through the sheer nylon. We are so engrossed in sucking each other that we haven't heard the front door open and close. There is a cough from the doorway of the bedroom and we stop and look up surprised to see my wife standing there watching us. We pull apart expecting an angry reaction but she isn't acting angry, in fact she has a lustful look in her eyes as she stares at our. I certainly did not want to walk downstairs with a noticeable bulge in my pants if I had totally misread the situation. I opted for jeans, a comfortable sweater and a pair of old loafers without socks. This was appropriate dress for an informal dinner and conversation. But it was clothing that I could quickly lose should the need become necessary. Downstairs, the ladies were already eating their dinner and apologized for starting without me. I knew what the “munchies” were and totally. “Good…” I felt very comfortable around her. Everything felt right, like we were supposed to be sitting there next to each other. We kept talking and talking, never struggling to find anything to say. Things were very easy – very natural – which made me feel better about the way the night might end. Honestly, I still couldn’t believe that she turned down all those guys just to spend some time with me. “I fucking love this song! Come on!” She yelled to her friend before getting up and grabbing.