My husband stated that he didn’t need to go there, for I more than satisfied his leg and hosiery fetish. I punched him in the arm and said, “You'd...better be.”He hugged me and whispered in my ear that he thought I was sexier than any of the waitresses. As my husband slept, my mind wondered on how I could manipulate his wanting to go out with the guys and have him desire to rush home to me instead. I've got it, I thought to myself! The next morning, when my husband went off to work, I made a. They both were carrying on with the end of the night flirty vibe. My wife knew I was getting turned on listening to them talk about all the men they flirted with to get free drinks, etc. Then, my wife turned sideways in the seat to face me and opened her button up shirt enough to expose her lacy bra and I could see her rock hard nipples poking through. She glanced to the back to see that her friend was talking and not paying attention and pulled a nipple out and started playing with it. Her head leaning backwards, her long black hair dangled off the back of the chair. Working herself with one hand in what appeared to be circular motion, once again the other fingers gripped her erect nipples. Her toes digging into the soft fabric, her soft moans were now becoming quite audible. With one hand working herself furiously, the other hand gripped the soft arm of the chair so hard you could no longer see the white tips of her nails as they dug into the fabric. Her back firmly arched,. I agreed with her arrangement and prepared for the next day.That day, I woke up, and did my usual routine; had coffee, breakfast and a little shower. It was around 10:30am when I heard Anna knocking on the door (who else would knock?). I opened the door and greeted her, unexpectedly, she gave me a kiss on the lips along with a hug. I then felt her hand tugging my pants. Is she serious? I was quite stunned that I let her whip my cock out and give me a blowjob. She was amazing! her mouth was so.