Did you playfootball for Marshall?" Sure did. I was a cornerback on the Varsity team this year. Do you gothere?" No, I just graduated from Churchill, ...but I saw you play, once." That must have been the 'Gucci Bowl' game. I got an interception in thatone and almost took it to the house." He sighed wistfully, "Would havewon the game for us, too."Joyce stifled a laugh; she'd played in that game, too. It was the annualmatchup between the two richest schools in the two most affluentdistricts of the. I was in total ecstasy. My wife's freshly fucked pussy felt incredible on my cock, even as loose as it was, while the dick that fucked her is pushing down the back of my throat.I felt Jamal's cock beginning to throb in my mouth, as I got closer to my own orgasm.“Your little faggot husband can suck some dick. I’m about to bust!” Jamal moaned as he pumped faster and deeper into my throat."I want you to cum in his mouth," my wife said to Jamal, as he fucked my mouth faster with every stroke."Oh. Sandra spent most of the evening trying to call her husband either on her mobile or the telephone in her room. You know, that was the first night we’d spent together, since I’d first laid the bitch, that I didn’t get any from her. Bit of a let down, I can tell you. To say our relationship was a bit rocky by the time I dropped her at the station on the Friday morning would have been putting it mildly. All night I was telling her that she shouldn’t worry, Dave was probably out on the town or. . .” She laughs again, and the memory it stirs this time is of the beach at Midnight, my lovely wife nude in the sand. The moon high overhead, the hollow pull of the waves on the rocks. Her body against mine, her voice in my ear. When Suzie’s eyes meet mine she whispers, “Where?” Hours later, driving my car that was new come the start of World War II, I turn the corner of Weston Avenue and scan for house number 21. Twenty-one, the age my wife was when we met. The irony almost makes me snap.