It was then that Martin let out a loud wail that sounded like he was dying and shot his semen into your waiting mouth. Some of it splashed across your...face and you laughed, smiling with a mouthful of sperm, letting a few drops drip down your bottom lip to ruin the bed sheets. Then you looked up at my husband with those manipulative eyes and swallowed all of it and said, ‘Mmm yummy,’ like a little slut. But that wasn’t enough for you. Oh no, you wanted more. That’s why you wrapped your lips. Call me when your next piece of art is ready.” Overhearing this I become nauseous; but it is okay. Another glass of wine will steady me. I head back to the snack table; as I reach for another glass the server gives me an abashed look. ”Ma'am, I think you have had enough,” the server said. “Bullshit, I'll tell you when I have had enough,” I slur to the server. The server leans into me making sure that no one else could hear her. “But you have had enough glasses to equate a bottle and a half of. After some searching she said she had seen some incredible pictures we had taken, both together and of us with other people. She began to walk towards me, her hand wrapped around the shaft of her strap on cock. stroking it as she began telling me how much it turned her on looking through some of those messages and pictures. I asked her about some of the pics she might have seen and she described in detail the pics of Matt deep inside my pussy, whilst I was sucking on an old guys big cock. I. "I really guess what I'm trying to say is that if you ever decided to find someone who could give you what I can't sexually I ah I guess I'm alright with that as long as you don't leave me" There I said it, I just gave her carte blanche, she would no longer have to attempt to hide her little affairs that we both knew she had been having, it was like a load off my chest. I continued to work my thumbs into the balls of her feet my head down in a sign of submission waiting for her response..