I had my rigid cock out of my shorts and was stroking away at it as I reveled in the promise of her new found sexual liberation.They both relaxed for ... while, making me wonder if the action was over. I half hoped this was all my wife was going to get up to with this other man. But I also knew it was my erotic fantasy to have her submit totally to erotic pleasure with another man.Martin did not leave me pondering on this too long. Not being able to see all of them I had not realized that Martin. And he was good. He didn't go straight for her clitoris. No, he was teasing, sweeping his tongue around the outer lips. Sucking those shaved ridges of flesh into his mouth and then, only then, leaning back enough to pull the skin taut. The brunette's hips arched up off the chair, her legs were clenched around his shoulders. Then she moaned. Not a little moan, but a loud, drawn-out moan that a woman issues from deep in her belly. This time the man reached up and pinched her breast. I could. I wrapped my fingers around the base of his stalk and stroked its entire length. He groaned, flinching as my palm covered his sensitive glans. I slid my hand all the way back down to the bottom and took him into my mouth again.His hands grasped my sheets more and more tightly the closer he got to his climax. He gave no warning, other than his hand on my head when he exploded into my mouth. His cum was thick and salty and I swallowed every bit. He pulled me up and shoved his tongue into my. And besides, her parents are the ones throwing it for them; they’d rather keep it under their own roof.”“Speaking of liability, that’s crazy.” I only gave it another moment’s thought. “But yeah, what the hell, I’m in, so where to?Laura started navigating and we headed out of the city, eventually winding up on a long dark road through the hills. We were about 15 minutes into the trip when she started rummaging through her purse. “You mind if I pack a bowl?” she asked, pulling out a small glass.