Allen, please?’ Hiding a chuckle, I let her guide us to the next displayed painting. The Museum was not as crowded as some night clubs I’ve been t..., but we did have to move around other couples at times. Some of the guys seemed to have the same dragged-to-this look that James did. Others seemed to be enjoying the art work, like my friend Steve was. Most probably were in the same middle-of-the-road boat I was. ‘Hum, I wonder why I like this one?’ said Cathy from next to me, drawing my attention. His wife was having and unending series if orgasms which looked to have her on the verge of u*********sness. I just leaned in and said " she's fine, she's just not used to being stretched and fucked so deep" . Jim looked up at me and I squeezed his face in my hands and ran my tongue deep into his mouth. He kissed me back and I could feel a real difference in his cock. It was hard as a rock pulsing jet after jet of cum. It had really turned him on to know his wife was right behind me getting the. I noticed that he was keeping the same rhythm as he stoked his cock and mouthed my rigid cock. “Don’t let yourself get to close,” I warned him. “I want this to last a while, you’re becoming an expert cocksucker and we haven’t even started the fun part of the evening” I teased. Returning to his licking of my shaft, he managed to respond, “I won’t, Sir!” Before continuing to devour my entire cock again. In my opinion, no one can suck cock as good as my wife, but considering he’d only been doing. Thomas’ house watching TV. I wondered to myself where Mr. Thomas was, since it was already 11:30pm and he had told me he would be home 2 hours ago. I didn’t really care though. The kids had already gone to bed hours ago and I had pants in the dryer. I had accidently spilled some tea on my pants a little while ago and so I threw them in the dryer. I didn’t have any underwear on so I just picked a pair of Mr. Thomas’ basketball shorts out of the clean laundry bin and slid them on. They were very.