My dear wife looked, dipped her tongue for a taste and another. Her right hand came up to play her fingers gently along his shaft. Wrapping her small ...and around him, she tilted the heavy, thick cock to her. Placing her lips just on the very lubricated tip, she sipped his oozing wetness into her mouth.Moving her head back slightly, she considered his cock, then looked at me briefly. Looking at Fred she stated, "Mr. Wilkins, do not even consider cumming in my mouth." Continuing to caress his. “Is Lynsey one of your lovers?"“We haven’t seen each other for a few weeks but yes, she is.”Having got her drink, Lynsey turned to me. “Phil, you haven’t called Emily yet. She sounded disappointed when I saw her the other night.”“Oh sorry. Its been so hectic. I will call her tomorrow. Promise.” Emily worked as a lap dancer in a club that Lynsey took me to, some weeks before. A club where Lynsey also works sometimes.As we chatted, although we didn't move from the bar, the group dynamics meant. Every time we fucked after that she would make sure I got a taste of my own spunk, and she talked more and more about me tasting another man’s spunk, Sam also started to use a small vibrator on my hole, always while sucking my cock, my orgasms became so intense, and all the time she would talk about getting another man in to spunk on her face while i licked it up, by the time she told me she knew someone who would help out I was almost delirious with desire.I would watch gay porn, especially. The split in the side of her dress displayed a lace garter attached to the dark welt of stocking sheathing her shapely thigh; her feet were shod in black patent-leather high heels which click-clacked on the marble staircase. The gold rings on her fingers, the bracelets on her wrist, her drop earrings, and the elegant pendant hanging around her neck shimmered in the dim light. Her makeup was perfect and she looked stunning.Stunning enough to bring to a halt the debauchery that was taking place.