"You want to me to tell Jerry everything, don't you?" she said accusingly, mocking me in her manner. "You want him to know that you are sharing me, do...'t you? Don't you?" she teased as her hands traveled up and down my hard cock."Don't you? she asked suddenly agitated. She was obviously looking for me to agree with her. She caressed my balls to remind me of her power, and then asked again, more forcefully, "You want him to know about us don't you?" She gave my balls a firm squeeze and I told. It was hard to tell what was more humiliating; the fingers entering her from beneath or the knowledge that her husband was watching everything through the mirror.When Conrad had to slow down and stop the traffic light, a four-wheel drive truck with an enormous lift kit on one side of him, full of men who had also gone to the game couldn't help realize what was going on in the car. They stared when they saw the beautiful Sandy, her long stem coral pink nipple on full display and sandwiched. I've always thought he was attractive; in his early forties, tall and fit looking with a naughty glint in his eye: he made me feel as though he was looking at me stark naked. We had chatted occasionally over the hedge but never been alone together. He asked me if I'd like a coffee, and I found myself agreeing and going into his house. Rather than putting the kettle on, he opened a bottle of wine and poured us both a large glass. "You look unhappy", he told me. "Sometimes I feel life is passing. I wasn't doing anythingbut it was asking a lot.Julie came over to me, re-positioned the beret on my head, refreshed mylipstick and gave me a pair of large sunglasses. "Just keep these on. Notime for nails and polish now...Please? Pretty please?" She patted mybehind and pushed me out of the door. It was less than half-a-block and Itried to blend in. Nobody paid any attention. Inside Starbucks I chosesome sandwiches, and got coffees for the girls whilst I chose water. Iwould have liked something.