She spoke of this guy or that guy and his big dick. My marriage had not been all that happy from the start. The only sex I had with her now was oral a...nd that was one way and not often. Our sex ended when our son went into the coma. I knew she blamed me, hell I blamed me.From that point on, I only got to jerk off, she would occasionally watch me do so. In some sick way, she actually believed that the way she carried on was because I wanted her to cheat. She told me if I had ever wanted it. "I like her a lot." Then find out ... And if she is..." Jane shrugged."But what about us? I mean, um, I can't be her boyfriend if I'm your boyfriend and..." Why not?" She did smile then, just a little and her thumb flicked over my nipple, teasing me."Because, I can't. I mean, if you went out with somebody I'd be pretty mad, I think." You should be mad." She giggled and seemed pretty happy I'd said that. "I wouldn't like it if you weren't."This wasn't working out like I expected. I thought she'd. I continued this for 2 or 3 minutes when I finally stretched my mouth as wide as I could and took him in my mouth as far as possible which was not much at all maybe 3 inches. It didn't take long of me swirling my tongue around his head until he gave me the full force of those huge balls. He started cumming as my tongue swirled around his head hitting my tongue with a sweet taste of cum. I kept doing this and he kept pumping my mouth with huge spurts of cum. I didn't swallow just let it run. I bury it in my purse and floor it down the freeway to the hotel. I spot my bell boy in the parking lot, waiting nervously in the shade of a large oak tree on the side most distant from the entrance. He looks quite a bit younger than I remember, now he’s in cargo shorts and a t-shirt rather than his hotel uniform. I consider turning around, but decide that between the texts confirming he’s 18 and the fact that I’m female the chances of any serious trouble are slim. Besides, I can think of a few.