‘Daniel Jensin, just what are you doing?’ I demanded, shocked.He shrugged, slightly abashedly. ‘I’ve been told touching tongues feels nice,’...he explained patiently. ‘Just please trust me when I try something like that, okay?’I thought a moment, then nodded. ‘Okay,’ I agreed, and moved to kiss him again.This time when his tongue darted out I accepted it and chased it with my own. It DID feel nice! In fact, it well and truly started the heat in my tummy again.One of Danny’s hands was on my face,. He took my wife over to the bed and laid her down. He got between her legs, lifted her dress, and started licking her pussy. His wife took out my cock and started sucking on me. I could tell they had done this before. I wasn't sure what I liked better, getting a blow job from someone other than my wife, or watching my wife get licked and fingered by some guy. I could see my wife's orgasm building from him licking and fingering her. When she was done and had recovered for a moment, she got up. Now he slid his tongue upward, stroking her clit. He nibbled on her clit, sucking it hard as Miranda's chest heaved. Her breasts rose and fell with a new sense of urgency as she shoved her crotch involuntarily into Matthew's face. She thrust her clit into Matthew's mouth like a proffered sacrifice to a god, whimpering as he sucked fervently on her little joy nub, his tongue swirling, stroking, and leaving a barrage of tender flicks. Then he took one final, deep tug on her clitoris, his teeth. “Welcome John,” Judy took both his hands in hers and kissed him on the cheek, “So nice to see you again, come in and make yourself at home.”John found her as appealing as ever, and the smell of her delicate perfume arousing; to say the least.That evening Sam and Judy took John to the local pub and introduced him to their circle of friends, and they enjoyed a good evening together. By the time they left the pub all three were slightly drunk and happily walked home with Judy between the two.