When I was ready to cum I grabbed her head with both hands, forced my cock to the back of her throat and gagged her as I unloaded. When I let her go,... she jerked her head up and there was cum at the corners of her mouth and a humiliated look on her face. I handed her a paper towel to wipe her mouth off while I got her the promised beers. I handed them to her and guided her out the door.I didn’t see her for a couple of weeks and figured I was done with her and happy to be so. I was wrong. I. 29, my wife asked what I wanted for my birthday. Being a smart ass, I told her that since it has been years since we had done anything kinky, I wanted to have a threesome or at least sit back and watch her fucking my best friend, Terry. She got a bit upset and I told her that I was just messing with her, that I was trying to put some kick back in our marriage, but whatever you get me is fine. Nothing else was said, then a couple days later on my birthday, we get up that morning and she tells me. He cooks. He isn't any better than I would be. At least nothing burns. I perceive that he wants to take care of me. I feel sick enough that I find this notion bearable. He is being carefully impersonal. Or rather unintrusive. I know that the shoe is on the other foot now. He is wondering what I think of him. I wish I knew what to think. I like him. He would make a good friend. We talk and I can now listen without trouble. I find out he is not gay. After several hours of talk I decide it would. Melody leaned on the wall as she watched him work. He really was quite good looking, in that very masculine way. She never knew guys like him actually existed. “Ok. It’s nothing complicated,” Nick explained as he backed out from under the sink, “just a seal that needs to be replaced. I have some in the truck. Gimmie two minutes, I’ll get one.” He flashed another sexy smile.True to his word he was back at her door in less than two minutes. She let him in again and closed the door behind him..