Back off...for now

I wanted Mike, the real Mike, at that moment more than I had ever wanted anybody. After everything that Susan and I had done, after seeing how **** he was crying on my shoulder, I just wanted to do everything I could to make him feel better, including lubing his big cock up in my mouth before letting him shove it down my throat.

I closed my eyes and tried to focus. This wasn't Susan, this was Mike. This wasn't my wife, it was my life long best friend who had no idea I knew he had been having a relationship with a transwoman. If I just whipped my cock out right here in the parking lot, I might scare him off.

"Let me help you forget about her," I said at last. "You can come back to my place, Susan would be glad to have you over for dinner. Or we can go out and have a drink...or ten. You should be with a friend tonight."

Although I was trying to sound supportive, deep inside I knew that I wasn't all that concerner with his wellbeing or happiness...I just wanted this night to end with Mike inside me. I felt a little guilty, but not nearly as much as I knew I should.