Taking a piece of ice from the glass on the nightstand, she put it in her mouth and began running it over his body. She could feel him tense at her ic... touch, and when the ice was melted, she covered his body with warm, wet kisses. Finally, she worked her way down to his cock, and ran her tongue around the tip, teasing him. She could feel him struggling against the scarves around his wrists, hear his ragged breathing, as she licked and bit the inside of his thighs. The feel of his body under. “I promised Ned you were going to do a strip tease for him. Can I help?,” my man asks as I stand, hands on hips with my legs apart and flaunt myself for him. “I want to watch you two men strip for me first,” I reply. Ned is quick to oblige as my man and I watch his every move. When Ned is down to just his jeans, he slowly slides the zip down and lets his semi-erect cock and balls fall out. “Wow,” my man and I exclaim in unison as he slides his jeans down to his ankles and steps out of them. Ned. Hell we're so brainwashed that many of us refuse to even acknowledge that they exist." Mel said, "That's right and if we do get excited we're supposed to feel ashamed about it." Smiling at both of them, I said, "I thought the sexual revolution was fought and won in the 1970's." Shaking her head, Amy said, "Women have been fighting this battle since the beginning of time. It became a little more public in the last part of the twentieth century, but women who freely and openly enjoy sex continue. The guy got over his shock; after I left he and Jack talked for a while. Not only could he not believe what he’d seen [all of it] but, in over twenty years of marriage, he’d never had a blow job from his wife. He couldn’t even picture her with a mouthful of his cum.They talked for a while; Jack filled him in about us. Not every little detail but, enough to help him understand what was going on. I didn’t know any of this but I did dress nice when I delivered his dinner. The hospital did.