She told me her husband, Peter, wanted her to make out with another woman. She seemed very keen but with one proviso, I was not to have intercourse wi...h him. I guessed that meant oral was still allowed.It was a Sunday afternoon and I told dad I had an appointment. He had stopped asking as he knew what I was doing. He would just say “be careful”. I drove to Peter and Vivian’s house and rang the doorbell. Peter opened the door and I immediately was sorry I had agreed to no intercourse. Vivian met. I put on tiny shorts and a tank top and headed over.When I got to the door, I heard what sounded like porn coming from his office. It quickly turned off when I rang the doorbell. He took a bit, but when he showed up his still hard dick was obvious under his shorts. I said hi, and asked if anyone else was home, I knew the answer but he confirmed that he was the only one home. I told him our pool was being worked on, and asked if I could use his. He looked me up and down and was more than happy. My crimes have largely been victimless, and where there were victims, trust me that they fucking deserved it. In addition, all the guards but the one to my left have teeny tiny penises and I suspect their life of protective service is to cover for the insecurity they all feel because of this. And lastly, since we are speaking the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth, I'm fucking out of here!"With those words I abruptly dived left, my tongue peeling the adhesive strip from the roof. " She said quietly. Then she released me, stood and went back into the kitchen.The wait was unendureable. Six o'clock. Would I be able to satisfy her?Seven o'clock. I went in the bathroom and showered and shaved. What if I didn't get hard?Eight.She came in and we sat together on the couch, not talking much.The phone rang a few times. We both begged off on chances to go out that evening. Something right here at home was much more interesting, we didn't say, just no thanks. Finally it was nine.