As we talked I could see her looking me up and down. She started to get a little flirty, laughing at my corny jokes and stuff. I really didn’t thi...nk too much of it. Her husband was a pretty interesting guy as well. Lots of stories and whatnot but I had to go. He said that I should stop by their trailer that evening for a drink. Lot number 56. That was quite close to mine and why not – I could use the company. I said sure and his wife winked at me and said, “oh good, I can hardly wait”. . He groaned and replaced it with another almost immediately. I put my tongue just under his head and flicked it around. “Oh my fucking god,” he said. “Where did you learn that?” I kept quiet and started my decent forward onto his cock. One of the few benefits of the accident was that I was left without a gag reflex. Terrible for choking on a hot wing. Great for deep-throating. I reached behind him and grabbed his ass cheeks, pulling him deeper into my throat. I wished the light were better, or I. The thrill of releasing this emotional surge that has been slowly building up means everything to me and yet I don’t know how I will do it. How it will start. But I know where.I have a plan which starts the moment I open the door to my flat. I quickly pierce the cellophane foil of the ready meal and throw it into the microwave. I take a bottle of wine and open it, pouring more than a glassful and gulping it down. Not that I need Dutch courage to do this, I don’t, I just like wine so much. A. ’‘Nice. What the fuck! How is that nice? Basically you asked me: Honey go out and cheat on me please! How can you think that’s nice?’I’m a bit shocked. I have to resist the temptation to point out that I never actually asked her to do anything. I don’t want to argue though. That will just make this worse. So I wait a few minutes and then I begin to tell her about a dream I’ve had. Nothing risque. Just a funny dream. She lightens up and she’s laughing and joking with me. Happy again. I must.