The house would be empty, silent, he hated the sound of silence now and nothing seemed to fill the air or resolve the nagging in his mind. ‘Hi, just...an orange juice and soda please, plenty of ice.’ asked Jack. ‘Sure, pint glass ok?’ responded the barman nonchalantly. Jack nodded in acknowledgement. Feeling a tap on his shoulder, he turned in that direction, with no-one there, Jack sighed as he realised he’d been done. He could hear a giggle and only one person did that to Jack, as he turned in. Well it was her rules this time so I agreed. She also told me that it would be worth it - again with that smirk, she added that I would regret it if I didn't comply. With the thought of what was going to happen and having no sexual release I was going out of my mind, the slightest thing would turn me on and I spent a great deal of that week trying to hide my hard on. Eventually it came to the night, my wife told me "dress nice, no need to pack" and "you're driving", she also told me what time. We spoke for a few minutes. He was totally grinding his dick into my ass and pussy. I too kept adjusting to having maximum fun. In about 30 minutes I was wet from all the dry humping. He was also about to cum. Then I took off saying thanks for the time. He must have jacked off as I saw a big wet patch on his shorts.After 2 days, I saw people of his age coming to his house and he was greeting them. I saw from my house. They brought alcohol, food items and one of them was joking while entering. I leaned forward an d whispered in his ear. "May I suck your cock" Going to my knees in the dank outhouse i unzipped him he was rock hard. Slide on soft gloss lips over the head and started blowing him bobbing my head back and forth as he held the back of it (never could understand why guys have to hold the back of my head I know what to do LOL)saliva building up drool dripping out the door opened. Oh Shit the guy said SORRY. I pulled off the guys cock with strands of drool hanging from my.