It happened just as the fantasy was reaching its zenith. I had wanked that morning about Debbie and a pizza delivery boy (a cliché, but a favourite)....We were at home, having drunk nearly three bottles of Chardonnay between us. It was getting late and Debbie was cuddled against me on the sofa. We were watching a late night chat show on TV. They were discussing erotic literature and one of the feminist contributors was dismissing a book as perpetuating the old misogynist fantasy of wife sharing,. I was just getting to that,” he crooned. “In fact, I thought it was time we came face to face with each other.” This guy was full of surprises today. I thought, 'Oh. Using that husky tone he said, “To answer your first question, we already established that my name is Tom. For questions two and three, I’m coming to that now. But I wanted you to do something for me first. I see you are a bit skeptical and that’s ok. I wouldn’t expect anything less from you. What I wanted you to do was go to. We sat and chatted over a glass or two of wine, danced together, and then went to the bedroom where Nonna again sucked me off. This time she had me remove my trousers and underwear completely, and fondled my balls and fingered my asshole as she sucked me.Before she released me she cupped my balls, telling me, “If you do not scratch your itch and get relief you will get pain here,” and she gently squeezed my balls, “and here!” and she reached up and tapped my head. It had probably been fifteen. And I wasn’t in a panic anymore. I don’t know how, but I knew what I wanted to do, and I did it.I slowly placed a finger from my left hand against his leg. He moved slightly, almost imperviously, towards me. I took that as the signal I needed to move and so I put my hand on his leg, and felt his thigh through his jeans. He was quite muscular, and touching him had an emboldening effect on me. He leaned in to kiss me, but I wasn’t ready to kiss a guy. I turned my head and let him nuzzle in my.