If my husband only knew. I smile cruelly at the thought of seeing the look on his face when I tell him. If I tell him, savoring the thought of sleepi...g next to him, the memory of this night fresh in my mind, replaying it as I tease myself to a quiet orgasm while his back is turned to me, his loud snoring masking my soft moans. I dig claw like fingers into the blanket beneath me, my hips grinding in a circle, just enough to keep myself aroused, rolling my shoulders, stretching my limbs as much. "Unhand me you beast," she yelled.Her nipples were up and as hard as nails."No way you're mine," I said and set about giving her tits a good going over.She lay still letting me do what I wanted. After a few minutes I looked down at her cut off jeans."Shall we see what the rest of you looks like," I said."No stop now," she said, her voice was normal if still a little strained.That looked like it; that was as far as she wanted to go."Ok sis," I said. "Do you want me to release you now?"I'm not. The woman would smile back politely but look away embarrassed during the next song. A while later she and I were at the bar and I had to ask..."Are you okay? That bass player is creepy as. Would you like me to have a word with the manager about him?"She giggled a moment and replied. "Oh no. It's okay. He's my husband". "Oh crap! Sorry. This one is on me. You've earned it". She smiled and introduced herself as Sarah we chatted about my mates anniversary, work, the weather and other general chit. I was interested in giving him a good blow job.It didn’t take much for me to cum. It seemed like only a few minutes and my cock was shooting a nice big load all over the place! Without even bothering to pull my pants up, I moved and went down on him, grabbing his cock then filling my mouth with his nice hard meat. He lay back and relaxed – gasping and moaning like hell – while I started to give him a nice wet sloppy blow job. He very quickly found out that, I knew what I was doing and, had a.