When we went out together men flocked round her no matter how she dressed she always seemed to have admirers. ‘I suppose so,’ I said pensively, �...she always seemed to have lots of attention. Do men really fancy me like that?’ ‘Yes they do,’ he laughed, ‘but don’t you go taking advantage of it!’ ‘I never would,’ I said giving him a kiss, ‘I’ve got the only man I need. Come on, let’s go back to the shop.’ On the way back I wondered what was going to happen tomorrow lunchtime but he wasn’t going to. The waiter was jacking his cock harder and faster. Obviously he was going to pop. Quick as a flash, Sarah grabbed my margarita glass and grabbed his cock just as it started to spurt. She expertly aimed his spurts right into my glass. She then dunked the head of his cock in my drink to rinse it off. She let go of his cock and walked over to me. As she handed me the glass, a special welcome to the group treat she called it, Fiona cupped my breasts making me shiver. I sipped the cocktail. It was. ..let’s get some food and water in you and we can talk in the air conditioning." he offered, adding more mental pictures of sitting and eating in the coolness like civilized people to her mind, "My name is Chris, what's yours?" Sarah." she almost blurted out, for the first time he actually could see a little blush on her cheeks as she realized how it must have sounded, "Why are you doing this, what do you want in exchange? I'm not that kind of girl...." she said, again, pressed into almost a. So the two of us played it off as though it was the first time we had seen one another. She joked first about seeing me naked, to set my wife at ease. Once the tension was broken, I knelt between her open legs. I started to pull on my cock, which was already hard. My wife was sitting next to her on the bed. It was surreal. I was staring down at her pussy, and really having a good time. Then my wife said to me, "Eyes over here," and wanted me looking at her, not her friends pussy. I apologized.