I want to come!” “Not yet! Just relax I want to savor your delicious pussy. Don’t you dare come yet?” My wife was grinding her pussy into my...face. She was squirming and having a lot of difficultly. She really wanted to come, but I wouldn’t let her. I was finger fucking her faster and faster and her pussy was starting to drip a little. “Come now baby! Let me taste your sweet peaches juices.” “Charlie I’m coming. Oh Fuck!” My wife’s juices came pouring out of her sweet pussy and I drank them. Of course there were lots of people to see and meet as well. Some were people I'd done business with and others were fellow road warriors I'd either competed with or worked with. I tried to keep all of my meetings and dealings with people at these things on a friendly but professional level.That meant that I avoided the display girls with a passion. They were pretty and shiny and all of that but they simply weren't worth my marriage.I still loved Helen deeply after all of these years and I was. Please don’t.I just smiled at her with false pride of catching her.She then stayed still and closed her eyes. I rubbed her whole face with chocolate cake and cream. I rubbed my palm through her cheek and lips. I spread the rest of the cream on her neck.I held her like that for the next few seconds for her to open her eyes. Slowly, she opened her eyes.She locked her eyes on me. I changed my smile to a serious expression and looked straight to her eyes.Me:(smiling) I lost my piece.Priya(still. That defeat can be laid at Mrs. Ingles’ feet and I suspect things between her and Marcia are going to be more than a bit frosty.”“What do you think she’ll do?”“At this point? Who knows. Go make your apologies.”I nodded and walked back into the field house. I saw Marcia and her mom engaged in an animated conversation which I was sure was unpleasant. I weighed whether I should interrupt, and decided I should. I walked over to them.“Excuse me, Mrs. Ingles?” I said.“What do YOU want?” she asked.