So over the next eighteen years of our marriage she perfected her unusual talent. I knew from time to time if a hot guy hit on her and she had a few d...rinks, she would suck the guy off. I knew she was blowing the young divorced guy who lived next door all the time. But who cares, at least she couldn’t get pregnant.Well women who work in an all women environment sometimes can be pretty raunchy around lunch time. One day they were talking about blowing a guy and what do you do with a guy’s sperm. .. oh, all over. Then when I started Uni, they took a sabbatical. It wasn’t exactly a cruise, you know. They were going to some places in the Middle East, like Petra, and other places around the world. I know they were really looking forward to Angkor Wat.”I’m not sure of all the details and I don’t think she was, either, but she described two curious, adventurous, intelligent adults, who seemed to lack a ‘caution’ gene.“I’m sorry,” she said.“Why?”“Unloading like that. Wetting your shirt.”“Not. "No. Maggie won't leave you and I won't leave her."Sarah smiled at him. "Your very welcome here Pete," she told him softly.He returned her smile briefly, before calling in to Sam. "I'm off Sam ... See you for lunch."Sam appeared in the kitchen doorway with a tea towel slung over one shoulder. "See you later Pete."The two men seemed to have become fast friends over the last few hours Sarah thought to herself, with a little jolt of pleasure.Half an hour later Sam strolled in, he sat down on the. He's always right. I did great. I was perfect. Just like he told me to be. Just like he promised. She let out a happy sigh. Maybe, since I did good, we can celebrate ... maybe tonight can be extra special... Emily felt a lovely heat begin to smolder between her legs. It was all she could do to sit still and keep her hands at her sides, and not run off to one of the bathrooms and finger-fuck herself to an earth-shattering orgasm. Instead, she bit her lip and fidgeted ... and waiting through the.