Was there a tremble to his voice? "Then I will simply cut you out of it, though I would hate to tarnish such lovely work." Removing the gown was no ea...y feat for a woman used to being dressed and undressed by a maid. In fact, it quickly became an object lesson in futility. If he wanted her out of the gown, and never had he longed for anything so much, he would need to take it off himself. She had expected aggression, she expected him to rip it from her. The gentleness of his touch as he spun. I felt a chill on my leg and looked down in time to see a steady stream of my own sperm tracing a path down the leather seat of my chair towards the cleft of my butt. Worried that I might mark Bob's favorite chair I looked over at him in time to see him perform a real neat trick: He had pulled his long ball-sack out as far as it would stretch to catch his cum in the hollow it made between his two balls as each pulsing jet splashed off his cupped hand. In our excitement, we must have both shot. I could easily picture her stunning eyes, half-lidded with desire, looking to me and urging me to heights of ecstasy. Thoughts of her lying back with her legs spread, allowing me access to her hot, wet pussy often caused me to spill my seed while masturbating.Coming back from another stroll down fantasy lane, I read her invitation again. I was surprised that she was holding her party on a Thursday, but was pleased as well, since it was the day right before my regularly scheduled Friday off,. He looked like he would pass out when she said that I should lay back and let her be the first woman to taste my pussy. I did as I was told and lifted my hips as she pulled my jeans and panties down past my hips. When they were off, I opened my legs wide inviting her lips and tongue to explore my now soaking wet pussy. I don't know if I have ever had anything feel that good. I was soon moaning, panting, and thrusting my hips to meet her mouth. The sight from the corner of my eye of my husband.