I sat patiently, my mouth full of his cum, slowly stroking our friend Sammy and waiting for Ian to make his move. There it was: A tiny pursing of his...lips; a nearly imperceptible movement forward with his head. Oh, yeah, I thought, my favorite part. “I eased forward and planted my lips firmly against his. He moaned as I pushed my cum covered tongue into his mouth and French kissed him. I filled his mouth with cum until it spilled out between our lips and dripped down our chins. Then I caught. I might have said that Jodi, but... for God's sake." I grabbed my bag and drink and set off for home. I know I’d said that sex was good and there should be no shame of talking about it, but now it’s happened, I truly take it back. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “Molly, wake up baby”. It was Marks voice, his gentle tone. He was nudging me slightly to wake me up. My eyes opened and he was leaning over me, a cute side smile appeared on his face. “What time is it?”. Her shoulders dipped. She looked away. She looked back at me. Her eyes couldn’t meet mine. We sat. We didn’t do anything, at first. We only sat side by side. I tried to “feel” her by me. Nothing at all but her by my side and although she looked gorgeous as ever, nothing was initiated because it didn’t seem to feel to be the right time or right at all, I told myself. “I don’t know” I said. “You don’t know what?” she came back. “You want me to…to make love to you but I’m not sure now is the…is. I whispered to my lovely wife, “Bill’s watching, he’s stroking his cock, watching us, wishing he were sliding deep into you.” But it was not his dick feeling the gentle rippling of my angel’s soft pussy. Her clasping warmth slid down my shaft as I struggled against orgasm. She rode me to orgasm, and then I made sure Bill could clearly see her pussy lips pressed against my balls as I pumped her full of cum. As I lay on the bed kissing my wife, I hoped Bill imagined it were his cum dripping out.