I can feel her breath on my cock as she takes my still erect shaft in her hand. (Yes, Ellie, stroke it, baby, put your mouth on it, you can do it, com... on…..)Then I feel her licking up the shaft from the bottom to the tip, like an ice cream cone. Up and down, up and down. (Oh, shit, this is going to take all night, Ellie!) But I have to give her credit for trying; her hand begins to move with her tongue and I might just make it if she would just take me in her mouth, or wrap her fist around. Dave then jumped in the conversation and said, “I don’t care of the ass is big or small, I’m a boob man.”Damn. The conversation was getting x-rated very quickly.“Is that why you hang out at the titty bars?” Reba asked her husband.“No,” Dave replied, “I actually go for the lap dances.”Damn. I was feeling a little uncomfortable about the discussion but decided to see where it might lead. Reba was in a feisty mood and I could tell Sammie was getting a bit toasted as well, which worried me a. He looked so big, strong, manly and in control. He smoothly reentered her and began pounding. Broken screams erupted from her as the pleasure began to rise. He made love to her like he always did, like this was the last time and there was no reason to hold anything back. He manipulated her legs to change the angle, with speed and force also changing. She was noisy. She tried to hold it in, but every moment brought her closer to that usually elusive climax. Moans, gasps, screams and half-words. Samantha is very taken by you. It makes our relationship possible but … it also means she feels a desire for her own relationship with you. You’ve said you don’t mind that, but do you really not mind her inserting herself?”I smiled and squirmed a bit in the chair, not from awkwardness of his comments but feeling his cum still leaking from my asshole. “I like Mrs. C, sir … a lot. It’s not what I expected, true, but I enjoy her.”He nodded and I took that response as a conclusion to our talk..