This is difficult for me,@ she stammered. ALet=s get it over with.?You want a divorce, fine.? I'llsign the papers.? I=m tired of living like this, too...? I don=t get the kind of sex I need from my wife, but I=m not willing to go out and have an affair, so myonly option is to take care of my needs online.?If you can?t deal with that, fine.?At least a divorce would allow me to go find someone else.? Give me the papers,@ I said. ANo, you don=t understand,@ she started to say, as I grabbed the sheaf. The palm of my hand felt the tip of a hard nipple through her bathing suit. ‘Fuck! Sorry, I blurted, I wasn’t paying attention.’ ‘Ill live’ she laughed and started to speed up for the finish as we neared our place on the beach. Feeling embarrassed by my ineptitude I decided to put in a real effort to beat her back and started an awkward but passable crawl. The distance was longer than I had thought, I breathed hard and concentrated on my powerful legs. I inched ahead my arms began to ache and. He enjoyed wasting my milk, the fucker.After a few more minutes, he then let go of my hands and told me to open my mouth and he pumped his cock inside before letting go another flood of cum. So much again! “Swallow it all slut!” he ordered and I did, every drop. After a while he pulled out and then moved his face in front of mine and said “everything you swallow is in your milk, so now you got my cum in there too.” He then let go of me and said “I’ll see you at the gym” and walked away. I. Julie, as usual, nursed a glass of wine as she watched and waited. Finally, around eleven Den took his leave and Julie caught up to him when he was halfway down the hallway."I don't need an escort," he told her."Just making sure you make it to your room," she responded."I'm not that drunk," he replied."Well the hallways are dark and I'm here to keep you safe," Julie added.Den just laughed as he placed his arm around her shoulders. The alcohol had lowered his normal inhibitions as he would have.