....now for the good stuff.---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------...------------One Septmember day, Steph and I planned to go to her house for the afternoon (Awesome!). Everything went out to plan, but I realized something-my permission slip was missing! I looked around, begging one of the Vice Princepals to let me on-only to come upon Mr, Davis, who gladly convinced the bus driver to let me on( Miserable. Suddenly she leaned forward and grasped my head in her arms holding on for leverage as her hips seemed to take on a life of their own and began pounding down over and over, shaking my balls with each impact. Finding my head between her tits I remembered how she had reacted when I touched her nipples. Not having a hand free I decided to snake my tongue out and ran it over one of the perky nubs. She gasped in delight, and flung her head back. Then, suddenly as she shifted under the probings of my. But there are exceptions, very RARE exceptions. WIth all her friendly approachability by hospital staff, my wife doesn't put off overt signals that she is interested in even innocent flirtation. But there are just a couple of docs who can get passed that because of their own personal confidence and cockiness. More about that later on.My wife is well aware of my penchant for wanting to see her sexually interact with other men. I don't consider my self a cuck wannabe per se. Rather, I am highly. “… I’d do that instead. I’d be slow and nice. You’d like it.” He added.- “No… not here…” He though he heard a note of uncertainty enter her voice as she replied head half turned towards him. She was beginning to warm to the idea. “… what if the others find us?” -“They wont,” he replied with a hint of urgency in his voice, as he started to pull down his pants. “… but if you’re nervous, you can give me a tittyfuck and a blowjob. But you have to hurry then!” She nodded by way of consent and he led.