I found myself thinking about her, and how sad and uncomfortable she seemed. It bothered me that I made her uncomfortable, when all I was trying to d... was help. But the more I thought about her, the more I had to face the fact that if it had been a guy, I never would have stopped to offer.Did that make me a chauvinist? Sexist? Chivalrous? I wanted to believe the latter, but I still hadn’t decided when the time came for me to go to work.I’d been working for three years at my current job –. Not because he didn't make a pass at me but because he wasn't angry or hurt or any of the things a cuckold usually is. (I love that word. Can't wait until I can tell the bastard that he's a cuckold who lost his wife because he has a small cock.)I won't go into details (for a change) but he got drunker than I've ever seen him and then he passed out. Wonder what he'll think when he sees the picture of me screwing Val with that oversize dong? That'll be tomorrow.G'night.Dear Diary: Jul 10 — Just a. "Alec nodded as he resumed watching the tournament. Tiger looked as if he were in trouble on the sixteenth hole. He missed the green left on the par three and had a difficult chip. Chris was fifteen feet from the hole and putting for birdie. Dave said, "DiMarco has him now."Alec laughed, "Not yet!"Tiger chipped his ball well left of the hole then watched as the ball rolled off the hill on the back of the green slowly towards the hole. The camera work was incredible. Everyone could see the ball. Then I held it still and watched her consume it lovingly in her mouth. Inch by inch, her lips gobbled it up until his balls were right against her chin. I fell back against the bed, cock in hand, and stroked myself watching my wife in all her glory. Filled to the limit, she was in heaven. Then the strangest thing happened. I felt a hand on my cock followed by a warm pair of lips wrapped around the end. I looked down to see Mike sucking the tip of my cock into his mouth while my wife rode his.