I wanted to kiss it so bad, as he seemed to be enjoying teasing me.I wondered who could give his dick a full blow job. I wasactually thinking about it...in my mouth and in other places as well...I turned facing him with my fingers fully spreading my wet pussy apart,showing off the stretched entrance to my sticky honey pot. I was so hot with the thought of having that black snake in my wet mouth. Then Phil waved his meaty cock fully erect at me. I wanted to feel it in my hand. I needed to have it. "He nodded, but he looked a little sad. I found it hard not to feel sorryfor him, until I remembered how many girls would willingly slit my throatto be in my place. There were plenty of other girls out there for him tochoose from.Tom reappeared, slowly walking our way. I think he was trying to judgewhether he could place Josh's dinner on the table and get away withoutbeing killed. He seemed to think he could when Josh smiled at him. ---The rest of dinner was pretty somber. We chatted about. How else could a faithful wife indulge alittle fantasy of outside naughtiness with an attentive male other thanher husband. Most wives would have no such chance, except in theunwelcome, at least to me, context of someone making an actual pass atthem. My job gave me a once in a lifetime opportunity to act it outsafely, and with my husband’s permission, however grudgingly given. I was surprised to see that my modeling partner for the last sessionwould be “Sam,” the model from. I notice her starting to pant, and I realise that the harness must be rubbing against her clit, as it rubbed against mine. She starts to caress her body with her hands, pinching her nipples as she writhes in the dance. My husband places one hand on my thigh. "Dance with her," he says. His voice brooks no disagreement. I'm a terrible dancer, but I stand and shuffle over to where she's dancing and start to move awkwardly to the music. She sees me and smiles. She shows me what to do, putting her.