He was single again and loving it. We all got pretty drunk and headed back to my place. Joe jumped in the shower and my wife and I went up to our...bedroom. After 22 years of marriage drunk sex is the best sex. My wife was a virgin when we met and I'm the only one she has ever been with. It has always been a fantasy of mine to have someone watch us have sex. My wife is kinda prudish, but will loosen up after shes had a few drinks. While we were fooling around I asked her if Joe could watch. Billy reached down and stroked it and then cupped his hard scrotum which had swollen up at the base of his massive cock. It almost filled his hand and he gently squeezed his throbbing testicles. "Soon, boys," he said aloud. "Soon."He pulled the old sewing tape from its hiding place and measured, something he did to satisfy his curiosity as well as for bragging rights with his buddies. Not quite nine inches yet no matter how he held his rigid cock, trying to get the bend out of it. Almost seven. In his mind, he can not get past the idea of a guy exposing his anus like that for a woman to view up front and personally which such a position allows. I'll recount the first time I did this which took place in the early 2000's. One theme in my sexual history is 'life imitates porn ... most typically 70's porn.' This was no exception. Shortly before this first date with a very nice and cute woman named Jenny, I had been watching early 70's loops. Low and behold, I saw a 69-ing scene in. The robust redhead grins at me, and the blonde tosses her hair. I take their lack of concern to mean he’s at least somewhat trustworthy so I turn in the direction he motioned. He once again takes my elbow as he steers me out of the room. ‘Where are we going?’ I ask. He puts a finger to his lips and shakes his head. ‘You’re not going to tell me? Why should I let you take me?’ I ask and stop walking. He sighs, and it’s somehow familiar, but only my subconscious recognizes that. He puts his finger.