“Eat me, please!” I begged. He looked at my pussy as if I was an experiment, testing how much I could take. “If I did lick it, I’d lick right ...nderneath your clit right before I sucked it. Then, I’d gently finger fuck you as your clit swelled between my lips. That is IF I licked it,” he said. “Oh Steven, please don’t talk like that. I can’t take it!” I pleaded. He pulled down his pants and stroked his cock, still looking at my dripping cunt. He placed his finger on my clit. “I’d lick it right. I was so turned on I couldn’t hold back as I stroke myself off all over her beautiful tits as she lay helplessly on the bed. Her body shook hard for several minutes as she laid there recovering. This night was to change our sex lives forever. It had been about three months later when we had been invited to a wedding reception out of town. It was for the son of one of our friends. We really didn’t know anyone at the reception as we sat down at a table with several others. My wife and I had a few. I would attempt to get to know them better before the day was over and I'd select one of them to have a nice long talk with at a time more convenient to me.I hurried back to the horseshoe pits before anyone started to miss me and wonder where I was. No sense in storming out to the parking lot to interrupt what was already going on. Best to keep looking clueless until I knew more — a lot more — about what my loving wife was up to.Charlie and I had been beaten by two other guys and got out of the. The current prime example was Banzai's baseball bat grenade chucker. Who would have thought? Hell, only Banzai would have thought of something like that. And the more grenades I pitched to Banzai, the better he got and was smacking the air burst grenades right over the top of the Chechen bastards. Yeah, they were getting their asses handed to them - thanks again to one of Banzai's crazy schemes.The only problem was, we'd make a hell of a progress on getting the fuckers to retreat but then.