..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 ...he thought of having that black snake in my wet mouth. Then my black stud waved his meaty cock fully erect at me. I wanted to feel it in my hand. I needed to have it between my sticky fingers.Still banging my nasty pussy with my own fingers, his hard cock brushed against my arm, then my hand and finally worked its way against my boobs. He kept. As we ate I made sure wife’s glass was well topped up after we’d finished off the two bottles, I could see that she was getting slightly tipsy. Things were going exactly how I’d planned.Once the meal was over, we retired to the lounge and I opened yet another bottle of wine. My wife sat on the couch, and seemed a little uncomfortable when Tony sat down beside her but after another couple of glasses of wine she began to relax. I sat in a chair across from them and as we talked, Tony went into. I don't kiss you, I just linger, letting you feel my warm breath and the electricity that jumps between our lips. I pull away, glance up at you with desire clouding my eyes, and I walk away. You turn and watch me disappear into the bathroom.You feel your cock press tightly up against your jeans and you bite your tongue, willing yourself to gain some control. People are looking at you and you clear your throat, tucking your laptop under your arm and hurrying across the restaurant. You glance. That led immediately to the questions of ‘why?’ and ‘what effect does this have on Angie?’, both of which I needed to answer before I could act.The special ‘cuddling’ with Sophia had finally convinced me that I was, indeed, punishing myself with celibacy for everything that had happened with Jocelyn. That revelation didn’t, in my mind, give me permission to run amok, but it did free me from those shackles. What it didn’t do was make me feel less responsible — guilty, even — for what had.