“Don’t dwell on it.”He nodded and then rose to fetch another beer. “I know,” he said as he slumped to the couch again. “Still ... I can’... help but think that maybe I don’t know girls so well after all.”“Trust me,” I said, “I don’t know girls so well either, and I have a lot more experience than you.”He nodded, still morose.I hesitated, but eventually decided to ask the big question. “Is it just the sex?”He immediately shook his head.I lifted a skeptical eyebrow.“Yeah, okay,” he said. “The sex. " Oh, Daddy ... are you really going to divorce her?" There was distress in Sam's voice. "I'm angry with her, and sorry for you, but do you really want to divorce her?" No, love, I don't. But in the end it'll be up to her. Things can't continue as they are. There'll only be two possible outcomes and one of them is divorce. The alternative is ... I suggest..." I laid out the outline of what I had in mind.Sam was nodding. "That could work. There's a couple of refinements I might suggest which. Taking advantage of her confusion I brushed past her into the room and set the champagne down on a small table and my bag on the floor. Turning to face her I unbuckled my raincoat belt and let it fall open. She still stood by the open door looking very puzzled; the green eyes flashing concern. “Don’t worry honey,” I said, “I don’t bite. I’m your birthday present from your husband. He’s asked me to entertain you this evening… his treat.” As she took this in I was able to observe her, noticing. We made it to his porch and he turned around and faced me. "Take off your clothes I wanna see that pretty little twink body." I took off my clothes on his porch and stood there with my cock throbbing in front of him. I got on my knees and he pulled his cock out. I stared at his hard cock then I looked up at him. "Put your hands behind your back." He said. He grabbed my head with both hands and began fucking my mouth. I wanted to place my hands on his thighs to slow him down a little but I don't.