He didn't return with my beer. She did. Handed the beer to me and leaned down, kissed me and whispered in my ear "May I?" in a deep and so sexy voice....It didn't surprise me much and it was not something that I could hardly object to.So with almost no hesitation I said yes."But don't leave, stay with me"I agreed to that as well.She returned to the Kitchen.It felt almost unreal. I caught myself asking myself if I realised what was happening?Could I sit here? Could i bare to hear it? What about. There wasn't any spark between us so all we were was friends.Franny was one of those sexy looking girls that guys looked at and wanted to fuck at least once just to see if she was as hot as she looked. Anyway, I'd always wanted to fuck her at least once and she knew it. I flirted with her even after she married Chuck knowing that it wouldn't go any where, but what the hell, miracles did happen occasionally. I wasn't thinking affair; just one time to see if she was a hot as she looked.But back. I said its okay, and slowly withdrew my finger from her vagina and walked back to my couch to watch the action. My wife rubbed his dick with the baby oil and slowly slid her mouth down and on to his cock. Most of his cock disappeared into her mouth. As her head came back up his shaft she stopped at the head of his dick and sucked his cock in slow circular motion. All those thoughts I had about her sucking his dick, him falling in love with her mouth, they were all gone, my dick was as hot and. I was so proud to be helping my big brother. On every Christmas morning, he would don the "Santa Cap" and the "Reindeer Slippers" and pull presents out one by one from under the tree and give them to me to pass out to family and friends. Imagine, retaining favorite memories like that for over fifty years!We've always had a great relationship, but unknown to him, I've been a married closet bisexual all of my adult life. Not that I get to practice bisexuality very often, but I would if I could..