"You dumb fucker. I told you the windows are tinted, she can't see you. Get back up there and stuff that dildo back down your throat."Relieved, I went...to work on the big cock, still somewhat uncomfortable that I was deepthroating a dildo as I watched Martha doing her housework."Do you think you can take that rubber dick in your boy-hole?" Jack asked as he stripped off his shorts and t-shirt, his semi-erect cock clearly pleased by my progress."Yes, Sir," I replied, scared but eager to. .. and me.And then I saw. As she lifted from him this time the unmistakable sight of his cum covered shaft, glutinous white/grey strands clinging to his shaft, then into her again lining the walls of her womb with the same gooey residue.And as I saw this, my own cock pulsed, untouched and issued forth rapid-fire spurts of cum splattering the wall and carpet before me. The mirror became reflective again. Instead of seeing my wife in prolonged orgasm I was faced with the sight of my own. I cooked a hearty meal, I got an action movie, everything was manly. The only thing gay was the roses I bought for the dining table. I got red wine for the chilli I made. He knocked on the door and I peeked through my peephole. He was dressed in jeans and a t-shirt like I was. I had to force my cock down to hide my hard on. We settled in and ate while watching the movie. We moved to my couch, I sat close to him. I rubbed my leg against his and noticed him staying put. I finally got daring, and. I took his cock deep, shoving the hard, thick pole down my throat. I wanted him all and I worked to push as deep as I could get him. I'm still not really good at this deepthroat thing, but I was trying. Plus, he's huge in both length and girth - I've never seen a cock as big as his! Happily sucking away at him, I wished I could moan around his cock and show him how much I loved this. But we had company and I was to be silent. Still, my lust was getting the better of me; I hoped this meeting.