I needed him to feel as good as I did right now. No, even better. A waiter's job is to make the customer happy. My job is to make this man happy. Make...him happy, and make my wife happy.His balls were shaved. Smooth. With a fat tongue I began lathering them. He wriggled a bit. "Oh, shit," he said."Yeah," I heard my wife. From my place licking his balls it was hard to hear her. "You like him there?"The man moaned. "Shit yes. Fuck. Oh." He's into it," my wife assured him. "He's into anything at. " Her giggle indicated the depth of her concern for her bedspread.After Matt's little role-playing episode, the changes in Betty were more rapid than Matt or Jared could have hoped. Donna had been right - there was a very passionate, very sexy woman imprisoned in Betty's proper housewife persona. Matt was amazed, but very, very happy. The waning trend of his own libido reversed, partly because of the improvement in his physical conditioning, but mostly from the increased stimulation provided by. “Oh ... fuck! Finish me, Nick. Finish me, please. I’m going to explode,” she cried at last.I did the only thing I could, and that was to pick up the pace and bring both of us to a rousing finish.“Ahhhh fuck, Yes! Yes! Yes!” she cried as I relentlessly pumped into her.Finally, I was done, as was she apparently. She was lying lifeless beneath me, her eyes closed while she breathed heavily. I was in the same state, and rolled off her to catch my breath as well.We lay side by side, the only sound. Composed again, she took a long gulp of air and slowly raised her eyes to his. She found they were smiling at her. ‘You okay?’ he asked, a hint of compassion in his voice. She nodded slowly, her breathing more regular as she regained control. ‘Good,’ he said as he turned to Desmond. ‘You can leave us now.’ As soon as the door closed behind his number two, he began to unbutton his shirt. * As she nursed his spent cock, Carly sighed happily. She knew that if she looked after Joshua, her life.