I concentrated on the head running my tongue all over it. Sucking it, letting it pop in and out of my mouth. He was loving it! “Wow, you like suckin... cock don’t you!,” he said between moans and heavy breathing.My response was to see how far I could get him. I felt his cock touching the back of my throat, all most all of it. He started to push his hips up off the bed assisting me. I was kind of proud of myself. I was doing a good job on this big cock. I pulled him out and was stroking his very. I’d stop and then go at it again. I didn’t know what else to do. But realizing that my brother is still peacefully asleep even after hearing my cum slurp and splash. I gave in to my desires and rubbed my clit in frenzy. Trying very hard this time not to moan, or pant too much. But this was hard. I shut my teeth hard together, trying my best not to make any noise. But my breathing was obvious. If he’d wake up, he’d probably think I have a stroke. But it was too late to stop. My pussy was teased. I walked back into our room with a towel around my lower half and another in my hands drying off my hair. With the towel in my hands and across my face I didn't see the bed until I stopped right next to it.Laying on the bed surrounded by a number of pillows was my semi-naked wife in her birthday suit. She had added suspenders and stockings to the black g-string, our son had suggested she wear, from the box. The panties were extremely hi-cut with the elastic waist band reaching nearly to her. I like the feedback. Anyway, I digress.So, what would I actually do if we were ever to meet? I know I would be in turmoil, even if it was just for coffee.I would know that she wouldn’t have a pair of knickers on underneath her red dress, or whatever colour dress or skirt she had on. I would know that I would want to put my hand up under her skirt and feel her arse and then let my fingers caress round to her pussy, even in public. Would she let me do that? I don’t really know, but I know I would.