He soon had his hands up her vest, the soft,stretchy cotton plopped over her boobs exposing them to the fresh air and sunshine, her nipples stiffening...from the excitement of the fresh, cool air and his hands on them. He groped and squeezed while continuing the kissing but his eyes kept searching downward to the plump, pale boobs in his hands. Soon enough he couldn't resist and his mouth dropped to find her pink nipple. She found his mouth eager and warm, sucking and licking at the stiff flesh.. She lowered her mouth to my swollen cock head and sucked me hard, bobbing her head, taking my stiff boner into her mouth. I held her head, letting my hands follow her mouth up and down on my erection as I grew ever closer to orgasm. "I'm going to blow, I moaned.She just went deeper on my cock and sucked me tight. I could not hold back a second longer and I ejaculated in her mouth, my cock spewing long strings of sperm. This time she swallowed my load with no problem. Her hand stroking my tight. He tilted his head up (he was a few inches shorter than me) and started kissing me. Call me naive, but I hadn't seen that coming.I'd hardely ever thought about kissing a man. It had only occurred to me in the sweet, blissful moment after cumming with another guy, and that itself had only happened to me five times before.My same-sex fantasies had always, overwhelmingly, focused on the warm, throbbing, spurting cock. I wasn't much interested in thei rest of their bodies, or any kind of romantic. Although my wife didn’t like to walk past the footballfield on weekends, I liked to walk in the middle ofall these men staring at my wife’s body. It gave me astrange thrill and always brought my cock toattention. We had to cross the field to go to theotherside where the vegetable and fish market and thesupermarket was also there.One weekend a friend of mine volunteered to look afterour son so that we could have a romantic dinner on ourown. We were quite happy to be alone in privacy. Wewent to.