The bartender turned his attention towards Matt, who looked so out of place in his blue parka that he might as well have been wearing a sequined ball ...own.“I ... don’t really drink,” he stammered, “I’ll just have a-”“Give him the same,” his companion interjected, shooting Matt a sly grin.Matt leaned closer to whisper to her as the bartender left to pour their drinks.“Come on, I told you that I don’t drink.”“Well today you’re drinking,” she shot back, punctuating the statement by blowing a smoke. My own cock was rock hard in my suit pants. I was a fifteen year's older than my wife, which meant over 20 years older than the young stud fucking her. He was tall, muscular, and endowed with a cock a least half again as big as mine. My wife was in perfect shape, her slim hips, tight ass, and full firm tits more than enough to draw the eye of this young man. I should have been pissed but something about watching the ecstasy on my wife's face and the powerful fucking action of the young guy made. Once day I happened to meet a husband looking for couple swap in Vizag and it took me loot of efforts to convince him to meet a single guy like me as he wanted a wife in return of a wife. I successfully convinced him showing my webcam that I am one of the hottest and safe men in vizag he can fulfil his wife sharing fantasy. We decided to meet in a pub the next day and it was agreed for me to entice his wife in the pub/dance with her/flirt with her and is she responds positive then we will come. Kathy giggles in evil delight. She knows how long I have been touching myself and she still would not let me orgasm. She turns around and starts to tease me even more by kneeling in front of me and sucking my balls. Taking each one in her mouth and swirling it around in her mouth. The pulling pressure she is giving my cock is pushing me further to my ultimate goal. Every sucking motion seems like a small stroke on my cock. I start to moan and Kathy locks eyes with me. She pulls my balls.