I knew his dick had to be hard. Later on my wife would confirm that his dick was hard because she told me she was quite excited by this stranger’s c...ck pressing into and moving against her thigh. I told the bartender to see if the young lady dressed in black wanted a drink. My wife accepted the drink and within minutes she had darted out between the two men who actually thought they would maybe fuck her. As she squeezed out between the two men I saw her slowly rub the front part of her thigh. When Giselle had walked in, the thick plastic was burrowed in each of us, our legs tangled over and under each other’s, our hips thrusting in harmony, rocking our bodies to our umpteenth orgasm. “You have to let it go,” I said softly as we continued to drive, the road a never ending ribbon of black asphalt in front of us, a thousand drivers moving past us lost in their own worlds. “Let it go?” Giselle’s almost spat the word. You need to understand that I am your partner. Me. There is no one. Jim was a tall, sexy guy, who took care of his body and was in his forties, about 10 years older than her, with salt and pepper hair. "Naw..." she replied, "I don't want to mess up your relationship."Bev snorted, "We're not exclusive. Go for it."Deena considered for a moment. "Do you have any rubbers?" she asked, "I didn't even think to bring any." We don't use 'em."Deena felt a little thrill in the pit of her stomach as her mind, unbidden, shifted to the thought of Jim's unprotected cock. It was still not much hard like mine.I started masturbating him. After a few strokes he put his hand on my neck and try to bring my head near his cock. I stopped him and told him in very low voice that somebody will see us. He replied is me than don’t worry there is no one in our raw and the people in back raw will think that you are sleeping. I realize that there is logic but I told him that we can go somewhere else and I will do it. He told me that I don’t have place. I told him that I can’t.