Could you do that for me, Tracie?”“Of course, April, that’s no problem. A celebration, huh? Champagne and separate orange juice for Pete with yo...r meal, on the house?”“Champagne, most certainly! The celebration? My divorce from Jacques came through today.”Tracie smiled, “Yours is happily the only 10pm order, so I’ll pass it through to Pete now.”A few minutes later, Pete emerged from the kitchen with two steaming plates.“April?” Pete asked, “Have you ordered this meal and want me to share it. Oh, my God... Fuck me... Ahhhhhhhhhh.” The intensity of the most monumental release flooded her body in an ocean of ecstasy, spasm after spasm flowing through her body in a torrent of convulsing tremors, fluids of passion coating his mouth and teasing his nostrils, words gathering behind tight lips, moans and groans stumbling over curses, screams muted through clenched teeth, incoherent words escaping from an abandoned mouth, a body undulating in the aftershocks of a frenzied orgasm, breasts. She had planned to just stop with blow jobs , but I kept encouraging her, and when she was up to giving him three BJs a day, sneaking them at work she ask how I really felt about her possibly letting him go all the way. I gave her my permission, and I told two of the guys we regularly invited for kinky weekends. She was going to go over to one of the guys small apartment that was close to where she worked. I'd get to peek in which I was dieing to do. She ended up going to his room for an early. Sam had no more then left when Larry came in and closed the door. “Charlie, what the hell is going on? I just heard Sam hollering at you and I am about to go and give him a piece of my mind!”I motioned him to come closer and I whispered, “Larry, I really need to talk to you tonight at McGillicuddy’s is that okay? Things are not as they appear, trust me. I’ll explain everything after work.”“Sam shouldn’t talk to you that way! Poor Linda heard him and I thought she was gonna break into tears..