After a couple minutes she whispered to me, "are we ok doing this?" which I smiled and said yes and at the same kind thought it was strange she would ...sk because we have done this before. Before I could even really finish my thought she reached back and took hold of the white guy behind me and started stroking his cock. I was immediately rock hard and almost in shock, not just because it was the first time I had seen my wife touch another cock but how much it turned me on watching her take. I wrapped them up and my momentum carried us out to the other side. The cloud seemed to evaporate and disappear. The person I grappled tried to fight me, tried to pull my arms and legs off them, but I was a lot stronger.Whoever it was wore a hooded jacket and I was at their back. My grappling gave me clues that told me I was holding a man, like the lack of breasts and the strength with which he fought.The snow got under my coat and into my clothes, making me painfully aware of how cold it still. He knew the color of my panties, before he knew the color of my eyes.Oh, he was a cool one. He was waiting for me to come to him. He somehow just knew that I would. I felt the pull already. I was wet, my pussy was moaning on its own.I fought hard to not be easy.One of the 5 young guys got up enough nerve to ask me to dance. Perfect.After the fast dance changed to a slower number, I allowed him to pull me into his arms to continue our time on the floor. Oh, this one was bold. I'm sure he thought. In the movies there are girls who get sexually aroused by jacking a guy off. I don't see it. I felt a sense of accomplishment when I got him hard, and when his come shot into the air I took that as a reward. The pleasure wasn't sexual, it was intellectyual.He applied himself in learning how to do me, and that meant doing something that would have been ahbhorrent to the girls at school: I spread my legs and let him look "down there".As far as I can tell, boys aren't supposed to see girls "down.