I closed my eyes & enjoyed the sensations been given to my cock head by her talented mouth. She was working me up with sucking my cock slowly halfway ... stroking the other half, lubing it up with her saliva & fondling my balls. I started moving my hips trying to feed her more of my meat grabbing her head in my hand. Her tongue was working my cockhead & her thick lips going up and down on my shaft making it slick & ready to blow. A few more of her slurps & I came in her mouth as she started. I felt like saying to hell with dinner and just pulling off the road and fucking her brains out. I hadn't felt this turned on in months. The heady scent of her perfume as well as her actions was driving me up the wall and I didn't think I could wait till we got home, I wanted to fuck her now. Eating dinner was pure hell, every man, and a few women too, kept looking at my wife, and I could tell that they wanted to get her in bed as bad as I did. Of course the looks she was giving some of the men. Just got back home an hour ago after a fantastic afternoon and evening. Met my new pal - last weekend's mutual blow-job buddy - for a beer at a pub just around the corner from his flat. There was a real tension in the air - in a good way. Things just seemed more intense than last Saturday night. It felt like more of an 'event'. No distractions or the need for formalities. We didn't hang about - 15 minutes in the pub and then back to his place. So much for watching the rugby; we didn't even. The upstairs maid Dominique came into the room with a candle lantern and inquired if her services were required since "Madame" was up and about at such a late hour. Claire knew without asking that the pretty girl was well aware of Claude's perverted urgings to enter her unnatural opening and she was tempted to ask the girl if he had been pestering the female staff with the same depraved needs. She restrained from asking because the likelihood of his nasty habit being imposed on the young female.