Returning to me, she started laughing. Knowing I was lost, I quietly said, "What's so funny?" "The irony of the situation." "The irony?" Grinning, she...said, "Yes, the irony. I'm with him. He's my husband." Now it was my turn to stare. "Really?" "It's the truth." She sat back down on the bar stool next to mine. Once she was settled she extended her hand. "I'm Ginger Tyler. That's my husband, Scott Fields." As I shook Ginger's hand I said, "I'm Michael Nolan. You and your husband have different. I wanted more. I wanted him to never stop. Getting fucked felt just as great as being inside a pussy. With the difference that I didn’t had to pace myself in order not to cum. And getting used like the horny little whore I was, all dressed up and being watched made it all so much dirtier and hotter. Vanessa lapped up my cum and then shared it with me in a sloppy kiss, putting her tongue in my mouth, while rubbing her clit. I couldn’t have said if it had been hours or just minutes, but the man. I pull my hand away and hold it up, glistening with my clear juices, still grinning. Deftly, but as to not wake you up yet, I carefully slide my hand around your cock, semi-erect. My coated fingers are gently grasping your cock, slowly stroking the thick length from your trimmed base to the swollen plum-sized head, making you grow hard in seconds. You stir, legs moving apart slightly, moaning slightly as I stroke you in long, slow movements.You look over at me, eyes fluttering, "Mmmm, babe...". "Tina suggested something more for us all to enjoy. As we proposed, we would like to have you watch us have sex and we still are all for that. But she would like to add the following twist. If you can watch us for, let's say 45 minutes and not cum, she has agreed to relieve your frustration with one of her world-class blow jobs." I looked from Ted to his wife. She pursed her lips and blew me a kiss. Then gave me an intense smile; you know, one that said, "I am going to devour you and enjoy.