Deak’s eyes widened and he tore away from me. I looked over to find Ben staring at us in shock. Fuck. ”Scuse me,’ Deak said quietly and moved a...ound to the door. He tossed one last look at me and walked out. ‘What. The. Fuck, bro?’ Ben asked me with his mouth agape. I scrubbed my hands down my face and shook my head to clear it. ‘So?’ Ben began uncomfortably, ‘you, too?’ ‘Fuck,’ I exhaled plopping down on the couch, ‘I don’t fucking know.’ ‘You don’t know?’ Ben repeated slowly. I shook my. Trevor had a big mound of curly pubic hair that framed his semi-hard cock. As I felt for his growing hardness, Trevor apologized for not being hard yet. He said, “I’m nervous so it’ll take me a little longer to get ready.” “That’s fine,” I reassured him as I squeezed its length. It felt like he was average size, maybe five inches. I could wait for his full hardness because what I really wanted right then was just below and nestled between his open thighs. I reached deeper into Trevor’s jockeys. My wife once again wearing her sheer to the waist, crotchless, tan pantyhose, short skirt with split and black blouse. We sat in a corner booth this time which was a bit more secluded. The guys arrived and moved into the booth, one on either side of my wife again. I got up to fetch drinks and on my return it was difficult to see what my wife was doing as she appeared to be lying down between them. As I got into the booth I could see that in fact she was busy sucking one guy while the other had. “I’m sorry. I couldn’t hold back.” He kept on apologizing and trying to clean her arm and hand. She kept on re-assuring him that it was alright. She had every intention of dropping her pants and letting him lick her love hole. But, the young man couldn’t wait to get out of the room. He left her standing in the room still cleaning cum off her arm. She made a mental note of something she already knew quite well. The next time, make the guy do all the work first. By the next day, she knew that.