Then they start working. My wife take a sit on the couch, and I can see the two guys looking at her waiting for an opportunity that they can catch he... spreading her legs or what so ever. But this older guy still staring at my wife's tits and smiling like a maniac. My wife took a magazine and reads it while the two guys do their work, but their eyes are still waiting for anything to happen. A few minutes have passed and I think my wife was getting relax, her legs now are apart and you can. We sat on the couch and, though I wanted to give her a man’s perspective on how fantastic she really is, I didn’t want to gush about another woman in my wife’s presence. The conversation generally focused on the breakup clichés… what an idiot her ex was, how it was his loss, etc. When I couldn’t say exactly what I felt, I simply shook my head and stared into my wine glass.The evening finally ended when Maggie decided that she’d like to return to her apartment instead of spending the night in. “Now what?” she asked.Steve set his heater on the floor. “Now, we set things up.” He pulled the heavy blackout drapes over the windows closed, then turned the thermostat of the heating unit as high as it would go. Almost immediately there was a clanking of heating pipes and a fan turned on, rattling noisily. Then he took the two space heaters, set them on the dresser, and turned them on. Steve sat down on the bed next to his wife. The temperature in the small room began rising almost. I hummed, "big and hard, just how I like them," while wasting no time in letting my tongue and lips run all over the head of his cock. After it was shiny from my saliva, I sucked him in. As he reached the back of my though, he gasped. I wanted him to think, his cock was the best cock I've ever had. I watched as I licked him slow and with long strokes. When I would take his meat in my mouth, I would move slowly down his shaft. I would change my pace from pulling off his cock slowly to quickly..