My wife keeps a strict line between her and her clients. If she had to reject an advance she’s lost a client. She has a client named “John”. Joh... is one of those that comes in and complains about his marriage and wife. She tells him about ours and how open and easy going I am. How she’s allowed to live her life and date or do whatever she pleases. Now my wife is a bit oblivious because she gets hit on a lot so she just kinda dismisses it. John out of the blue texts her and asks if she has. I used my hands to pinch his nipples and stroke him when my mouth needed a rest, but eventually the urge to put his dick in my mouth would return and I would suck him with fervor. At one point when almost all of his cock was in my mouth he began to flex it, his flesh pulsed with his heartbeat, he had his hand on my head and was groaning like he was cumming but nothing came out. I focused my mouth on a sensitive area near the tip of his cock I had discovered and attempted to milk the cum out of. When we got back to the bar she said she needed to get some food in me before I had to be carried. The evening was cool for August and we walked the few blocks to Morton's. Our waiter was a lovely gay man named Andre who gushed over me and complimented Amelia on her taste. With a wink he told me to be careful of her wiles. Amelia ordered for us, fillets rare, asparagus, and a tomato salad. She had another martini but I demurred and settled for ice water while we waited for our meal. We both. They had to let go of each other in the reception line as so many people wanted hugs. When the last guest had gone past they fell into each other's arms."Keep the goops till later," growled Anthony. "Duty calls."Victoria turned to him. "Yes, Daddy. Sorry! It's just that I was overwhelmed by the warmth and affection of everybody."He smiled lovingly at her. "You both deserve it," he said.She and Mark moved among their guests each introducing the other to relatives and friends unmet. After a.