I also couldn’t believe that my dick twitched slightly in my athletic shorts. Was I getting a little hard?“Sorry, not gonna happen,” I said.“A...e you sure? You might find that you really like having my big dick in your mouth.”He was just getting bolder and bolder. But my main concern was that my own body seemed to be betraying me; my dick was getting even harder.“I’m sure,” I said.“Oh really?” He asked, “Because your cock seems to disagree with you.” He pointed down at my bulge.Fuck. He had seen. Walk this line. I could barely see the line he pointed at. It’s fucking January and there’s three inches of snow on the ground that the stupid city hasn’t figured out how to remove from the streets. And it’s freezing-your-ass-off weather. He’s making me stand there freezing and shaking while he shines a light in my eyes and asks how much I had to drink. I didn’t have anything to drink, stupid. I’m feeling a little sick. Can I please sit down? He says stay where I am. He gets a kit out of his. I must have passed out for some time as I woke suddenly and Mike was not next to me. “What the hell,” I thought, “Where's he gone?”I started to get up when he returned holding the bottle of champagne and two flutes. “This calls for a celebration,” he said with a big grin.“That good?”“The best I have ever had. You are one hot lover.”“You’re not too shabby yourself. I definitely need a rematch.”“That, you’ll get. I intend to explore that other hole as soon as we rest a bit.”“Mike, you’re so big.. She also seemed primed for a lot of fucking and talked a lot about finally "doing it" once we were married.But marriage did not mean good sex. In fact, it was terrible. My wife wouldn't let me eat her pussy, a blow job was definitely out of the question, and she wouldn't even stroke my cock for me. As our marriage was falling apart she started drinking, and she would drink until she passed out more nights out of the week than not.One night she passed out, and when she woke up the next day,.