The goal was to get my intended so utterly drunk that they could put him onto a plane for Billings, Wyoming just before the wedding and give him a nar...ow escape from 'clutches worse than death'.I ought to have been utterly horrified but instead this just reinforced my open private observations. I thanked her and we even hugged and I made a note to put her on the fast track for Partner. Some honesty around here was long overdue.I resolved to put my life into some sort of order.I couldn't quite. Any hesitation melted away when Byron lustily told me that he was dying to be fucked, and guided my cock into him. His asshole was tight, but amazingly offered little resistance. We soon got into a rhythm, with his hips rising to meet my thrusts. Eileen remarked about how hot the scene was making her, and urged me on. At one point, Byron leaned up and pulled me down, into a passionate kiss. Here I was, a 50 something man, fucking and kissing another man, with my wife moaning her approval. I. ‘Good Lord! Get a grip!’ I silently reprimanded myself with. Immediately that smart-mouth, sex crazed brat in my brain retaliated with both barrels blazing. ‘Yeah! Get a grip you moron! Get a grip on her ass and bury that cock of yours in her pussy!’ it screamed. ’You know you want too! Go ahead! Go over there and rip open her blouse then suck on her tits. I bet her nipples are hard as rock already - look at her blouse - that'll prove if I‘m right or not!’ the voice barraged me with. I looked. She had the muzzle of that gun poking hard into the man’s back in no time at all. This forced him to carry on down the path then on into his car on the other side of the low hedge that ran along the front of the property.Mrs Clusky kept her weapon trained with unflinching nerve on the man’s head as he quickly drove away. The man flipped then both ‘the bird’ as he sped off but neither Mrs Clusky nor Jared cared. They both sighed a huge sigh of relief when the car finally disappeared completely.