He lifted an oyster, squeezed some lemon over it and loosened the shellfish a little from its shell with one of the forks provided for that, slowing t...e lemon juice to run under the oyster too. He lifted the broad end of the shell to Carmen’s mouth, and, eyes closed, she sipped the delicacy from the shell, savouring the flavours. He reached over to kiss her, sipping the tang from her mouth before returning to the tray for another one. This time he fed himself before reaching down to kiss her. His fingers were circling the head of his rigid cock, slowly massaging the head. For a moment she gazed at his swollen cock, the purple head appearing between his thumb and fingers then disappearing. Her slushy cunt pulsed and she almost swallowed the mouthful of come. She crossed the room and stopped next to him. He stared up at her expectantly. "Did you bring me something?" he asked. She nodded slowly and bent down. He tilted his head and their lips met. Parting her lips, she let the warm. I would go on my knees and lick all of the juices off him. I came at the thought and shot my load. I also started to rub my own cum over my lips and taste it.My thoughts kept getting kinkier and kinkier.My wife asked if she could continue having sex with Martin and I defiantly said, "No!" Offended that it could even be considered. She said we couldn’t sort this out just by having more sex. I argued we could but knew this to be untrue and told her to stop seeing him, it had to be over and. She then turned fully around while remaining inside Michael’s lap, ‘what did you think, hon?’ I answered, ‘Well, I didn’t get to. . .’ ‘No! Not you, silly– Michael.’ Wendy looked at me with a smirk, and turned back to face Michael. Her face was literally a couple of inches away from his as she looked up to him longingly, ‘What did you think, Michael?’ I was completely shocked that she called him ‘hon.’ But I figured it was probably just a simple faux paus, like calling a friend by another.