I was shocked when I saw that her nipples were pierced. I didn't know anyone else with pierced nipples. But I had a picture in my mind of the kind of ...woman who would do that. Susan didn't fit the picture.She backed up to the table and for that brief moment when she blocked the view of the Porters with her body I winked at her and smiled ruefully. I didn't dare make a sound. But I moved my lips and mouthed, "It's okay. I understand."She was still crying quietly. But she winked back at me and I. I was turned on by the idea of a cock in my mouth. In my throat. Of cum on my face and in my mouth. I even bought a dildo to practice blowing. I sucked it while watching porn and jacking off. I had even cum on it a few times and continued sucking it - eating my cum as I pretended it was some other guy's. I was fascinated with cock. But that didn't make me gay. Did it?"I'm not gay" I repeated weakly."OK. Whatever. You're not gay but..." and here he paused as he started unbuttoning his shorts,. Ok maybe it was a little boring or predictable but was that any reason for her to cheat?By the following week the items I had ordered arrived at work now all I had to do was put them in place. I had ordered a tracking device for her car that I could use either with my iPhone or iPad to see where she goes. I also received a few voice recorders that are voice activated and several spy cameras that would be placed in our bedroom and a good digital camera with a powerful zoom.Looking at all these. I turned on some quiet music and started stroking my cock to the naked woman on the floor in front of me. That's when I got dirty. I took another shot, took another hit from my bottle of poppers and decided to play. I squatted over her face and put my hole directly on her lips. I rubbed it gently over her mouth. I pushed and relaxed so her mouth could get the taste of my inside. She didn't even flinch. I knew I was good to go. I rolled her over and spread her ass apart. I snaked my tongue as.