I noticed right away that Frieda tended to be highly animated -- and that Beth got loose and comfortable and just as loud. They made comments about th... couple of young toughs playing pool and some of the older guys at the bar, Frieda's somewhat risqué guesses at their sexual prowess provoking Beth's snorting giggle on multiple occasions. Our own conversation was a bit more cautious..."So, what do you do, Jack?" Frieda asked.I considered this one, berating myself for being unprepared to answer. We had something in common. I liked Hazel very much and it seemed that she liked me.We did our duty and danced and chatted with the boring old dignitaries, pretending to be interested in their conversations. Hazel and I looked over at each other several times as if we were giving each other moral support. Sometime during that evening, she slipped me her phone number which I was pleased to receive. Had I found a friend? At last, the evening came to a close. My husband stayed behind talking to. Just to my left. I watch as he puts some clear lube on two fingers and then slowly works his fingers in and around the toy…almost like he’s fingering it. I find myself rubbing my cock with my thumb and forefinger as I watch him prepare the toy for me. I notice the toy is fairly tight with just a slit visible. He squirts some lube directly into the slit and rubs some generously around the opening. He smiles as he eyes my rigid cock, “You ARE ready!” he says. “I think you are going to like. I stood up and grabbed his head and slapped my cock all over it. Getting his face wet with spit and precum. I continuously rammed his throat deep, slapped his face with my cock and made him suck my balls. Damn this was fun and he was loving it. He looked up through the wetness and said "Do what you want, you own me". About this time I exploded all over his face and finished cumming deep in his mouth. I told him I wasn't finished with him and not to swallow. Let's see if he really meant that he.