I felt a rushing of blood to my head and a buzzing feeling from the alcohol in my belly. 'No.' Robert gave me an amused, hey-I'm-just-kidding-here look, and said in an exaggerated gay lisp, 'But hey, big boy, I bet it'd be better than the lousy blowjobs my wife gives.' 'Well, when I first hit puberty, I was real flexible, and if I bent over I could just barely get the tip of my cock in my mouth.' I held up a hand to stop his follow-up question. 'What the fuck do you mean, 'technically'?' 'If you count blowjobs, maybe a dozen.' He took a swig of beer, then said, grinning, 'So how many MEN did you have sex with?' 'So, how many women did you have sex with before you got married?' I asked.

I'm horny all the time, and it's driving me crazy.' Robert nodded sympathetically. I've been getting hard all week long, but every time I start rubbing her ass and trying to get her turned on, she tells me she's got work to do. 'So, how often do you and Karen fuck?' I asked, raising an eyebrow. It started out innocently enough, and then we started asking each other about our sex lives: It started when our wives had a 'girl's night out', leaving Robert and me to hang out together on his leather couch, drinking beer and playing Truth or Dare. How did a married straight man like me wind up bent over the bathroom countertop with my best friend grunting, grabbing my hips, and sliding his cock deep into my ass?