His hand stroked up and down the length of my thigh. Teasing. Teasing. My hard cock throbbing. Needing. Wanting to be touched."You like me touching yo...."I didn't want to admit it. Said nothing."Don't worry. Relax. Enjoy it." I said nothing, just let him stroke my leg."Admit it. You like this."Still no words... instead, I moved down on the seat cushion and opened my legs wider. Inviting him to touch me more intimately. His hand reached down and cupped my smooth balls. Caressing the tight, smooth. Since it was late, and I wasn’t dressed appropriately for that “role”, I declined. I offered that I was interested in doing that another time though and would he like to stay here for a while? He agreed, gave me his card, and we wandered off to a darkened area and sat on a leather couch. There were translucent curtains around the area so it was semi private. John moved closer and kissed my neck telling me how incredible sexy I looked as I was fucked while sucking one dick after another. I. I began to wonder if he had ever been with someone else after he married. I wasn't that used to it either, though Paul and me did use hotel rooms. So finally, I took one of his hands and put it on my breast.He didn't pull his hand away and began rubbing there and squeezing gently. I found the bulge in his pants and started stroking him there. I moved his hand to my bare leg and hoped he would get more engaged. When he was still holding back, I dragged his hand up under my skirt and he did start. As he begins to fuck my mouth, I feel like a goddess.It’s pure ecstasy for all of us; I’m just sorry that none of us thought to film this on our phones.The nameless one cums first, grabbing bunches of my dark hair in his hands as he fills my mouth. I swallow every drop, licking my lips, greedily.Moments later, as the first load is still working its way down my throat, Matt explodes in my pussy, firing hot ropes of cum deep into my cunt as his fingers play with my ass.This triggers my own.