John was sitting watching TV when I arrived and didn’ttalk to me as he knew I’d just slap him or tell him toshut up. The first thing I did... was order Wendy to suckmy cock which she did right there in the sitting room,kneeling in front of me and her husband and devouringmy hard cock. She makes lots of noise when she sucks cock for me andher husbands benefit, I just love the way she goes atit like she hasn’t had a cock in years which was thecase before I came along. She loves it. Realizing I was dehydrated, I went in search of the soda I had left in the living room. Picking it up from the little puddle of condensation, I drank deeply. Draining the glass, I returned it the table, exchanging it for the large roach in the ashtray. I lit it and sucked deeply, relishing in the post-sex glow while standing naked in this luxurious living room. Looking around the room, I noticed my wife’s dress lying on the floor by the desk. The poor thing was going to be a wrinkled mess if I. With my lips only millimeters away from his, I whispered, "That sign doesn't work... You've already got me more than a little disturbed, mister..." He smiled and kissed me deeply. I was still amazed at how much I enjoyed being kissed by a man... none of the lingering hetero-male thoughts about acting gay seemed to be around to stop me. He broke the kiss and looked me up and down lustfully. "If I 'disturb' you half as much you 'disturb' me, then I think we're about to have one hell of a time!". Damn nice.I'm happy to say that telling Mary my dreams about romance with Bridget was a pretty painless experience. Given some of the other things I've shared in recent years, she thought it was a fairly tame idea."She's completely of legal age," Mary said, "she doesn't sound nuts, or terribly needy or dependent, she's not a blood relative, nor even related to you in any way. She has a job, but she doesn't work for you. That covers the obvious red flags that I can think of." I'm so glad you.