“I just realized I don’t know your name.” “Chuck,” I replied “Chuck Blue.” Her eyes were sparkling as we talked. We drank the hell out of that ’65 and ordered another bottle. I looked at her and told her to push the floor button for their floor. “Goddammit, Paul,” she blurted out, “Try to stand up, you asshole.” Her husband was sliding down the wall unable to walk into the car. The GPS guided us directly to the valet parking. The women were trying to get the men to leave and the men were basically telling them to go fuck off. “I’ve only cheated a few times on Paul, my husband, but it was always his fault.” She leaned forward and took my cock in her hand. They made a line of frozen appetizers and entrees that were well received by the public, thus affording them a very good income. “Oh, Chuck, you are a hoot.” She choked in between deep laughs. I was sure if she had any tattoos they would say “Substantial penalty for early withdrawal.” After what seemed to be hours, but in reality was probably only twenty to thirty minutes, she collapsed having just experienced a totally exhausting orgasm.
