I wet my lips and slid his cock into my mouth. It stretchedmy jaw muscles, but the discomfort was worth it. I would be wellrewarded if he enjoyed hims...lf.It hadn't always been this way. Just two years ago I was a happilymarried man. My wife, on the other hand, wasn't so happy. She hadgrown tired of having to make all the decisions and started resentingthe fact that she always wore the pants in the relationship.As I sucked the wonderful cock before me, I could taste the precumleaking out of the. ”“It’s a damned good one, too. I guess the only one who loses out is Sofia.”“True. But I keep hearing something Katt said to me at her wedding - that I should only marry a Swedish girl. That does have its attraction.”“Only you can make the decision. Of course, you could just forget all of that and marry me! Remember my deal? It’s the best one that you’ll get! Have a couple of kids with me, keep me warm and safe and sexually satisfied and you can fuck any girl you want. Hell, have a live-in. I take a good long look at her. She grabs her elbow. Waits. " Nice," I say. I look her in the eye, my rugged gaze catching her off guard again. She feels her body flush with warmth, but she can't tell if it is humiliation or sexual desire. " I'm going to fuck you." I growl. This is what she has dreamed about, but she imagined she'd be married. She feels nervous. " It's okay," I say. I'm looking at her again. Sizing her up. " We're all alone," I whisper. She wants to make me happy. Her heart is. Again, I wasn’t surprised at him but I did think of his wife almost immediately, thinking of her taking a second cock sometime. I mentioned I hadn’t heard that but was cool with it and asked some of the obvious questions about how often, etc. We were just chatting away, a little less loud due to our location about sex and women when he pulls out his phone and shows me this older picture of a woman. She wasn’t old…at least in the picture, but the picture was obviously not recent due to its.