I could see that he wanted me badly. I wanted him to stand up and fuck my sopping wet pussy right there. My hands left my nipples and his eyes shifted... soaking in everything in front of him. I spun to another section of the circle. I didn’t want to spoil him all at once. Swaying to the music, my red panties felt tight. I could feel my engorged clit pushing against the fabric and was sure that someone would notice the wet stain between my legs. Standing, I spread my legs wide, and, in a sudden. I was already sitting next to his wife and her hand was on my cock when my wife got back she was rubbing, squeezing it as my wife watched she returned the favour by grabbing her husband's cock and then she whispered to him that she had the toy in and that I was going to play and he looked at his wife and she asked what was said so I showed her the app and I said watch that slut wife of mine and I turned it up full in the cafe as we watched her close her eyes as the vibrations hit her clit.As my. “That was great.” “Really?” she asked, looking up at the stupid grin on his face. “Really, Jason? That was it?” His proud grin changed to an embarrassed wince as he looked down at her. “I can try again,” he offered sheepishly. She looked up at him, and considered. On the one hand, she was still aroused but on the other she even more annoyed. She wanted more but she was getting tired of just playing around with young guys that didn’t know what they were doing. Before she could answer, the front. Rubbing some pre-cum from my cock, I lubricated before moving against her. She allowed me to rub my wet, hard cock against her pussy from behind before parting her lips for my pleasure. I settled into a slow, deep rhythm, cupping her breasts from behind. She pushed against me and held unto my upper leg for stability. Once again I took one foot and tapped the inside of her ankle. She spread her legs a bit and I slipped much deeper into her. She only groaned with the added inch or so filling.