" He sat down, running his hands through his hair. "I give." He gestured for me to sit before continuing. "I figure, if your going to drive me insane,... I might as well enjoy the experience and be around you."I know I had the dumbest look on my face. Whatever I'd thought he had to say, it wasn't this."What's that supposed to mean?" I asked, confused."It means that I'd like to be friends, for now." He clasped his hands together and waited."Okay." His eyes lightened and a crooked smile appeared. I. He gave a bit of a guffaw and told me that I didn't quite understand what he meant."A bit of fucking and sucking on the side?" I said by way of clarification.The guys seemed a bit surprized. "Yeh. That's it," he said."That sounds ok," I replied.Mentioning the position to my wife as soon as I got home, she seemed amused that I should find her a job in a sex shop, but she also was very half hearted about travelling to the other side of the city just for four hours work, two or three times a. Turning to face my cock, which hovered at eye-level about ten inches from her face, she hung her bra over its stiffness. “Hmm,” she said, adding her blouse to the arrangement. “Now sit down.”I walked carefully back to the couch, so as not to drop my cargo and sat back down with her clothes d****d over my tent-pole erection.“How do you like my tits?” She asked, cupping their impressive volume in her hands.“They’re beautiful,” I admired. And they were. Her breasts had the voluminous softness of. " Now,... if my oaf of a husband will let me, I'll tell you why." Oaf... ?" the injured husband said, as if he could barely speak."Go ahead, Maryanne. Explain." Why should she-" Hold off, Steve, let her talk and then you'll get your chance." It's simple. My husband doesn't have a clue how to make a woman happy?" Well that's simple enough, Maryanne. Perhaps you might elab-" If she would try to get into it, we would-" Me? You're blaming me. You're-" If you two would stop interrupting each other,.