The first time I knew I was really in trouble was the night I spent an entire shift trying to figure out if her hair was brown or red and if her eyes ...ere blue or grey; I was thirty-two years old and feeling like a fucking ass for wanting a woman I'd never have; she had me wrapped in knots and she didn't even know it. We worked together as friends for more than four years before my opportunity came.The night she told me she'd dumped her slacker boyfriend I know I wore a shit-eating grin the. I see that mischievous look in your eyes as you smile at me and crawl to the end of the bed. I am locked still in the moment admiring what I just witnessed. You get off the bed and wander over to me. I see you knees shacking as you walk. You look me over and lick your lips as you stare down at the bulge in my pants. You reach up and pull me down into a hard passionate kiss. I wrap my arms around your waist pulling you close to me as your tongue begins to rub and caress at mine. I caress the. It might explain as they hit the big four-oh why he began to flag in the bedroom. Steph was nothing but persistent, expensive underwear, fantasy play, porn. She loved her husband and had tried everything, it was a long weekend in Amsterdam that really put the spice back into her marriage. What they accidentally discovered opened up a whole new chapter in their lives. Charles was a cuckold. A chance encounter in a bar and with his encouragement, they were back in their hotel room as she got. " I whispered, "I can't stop it."She winked at me and seemed to gag, then suddenly her head moved forward and my cock slid easily into the back of her throat, she was deep throating me."Oh Christ mum."Her hands clutched at my buttocks, my hands gripped her hair as she swallowed eagerly, not once did she gag or heave as I pumped spurt after spurt down her throat.Even when I was empty and pulled myself back, her lips gripped my cock and sucked every last drop from me, not only was it sexy, erotic.