Saliva was dripping out of the corners her mouth and her eyes were bulging and tears were messing up her mascara. As Mark pulled out she gasped for ai... only to groan hard because Tony now pushed his fat cock deep in her ass bottoming out balls deep. Tony said to Mark “Shove that cock of yours back into her throat, she is making too much noise.” Mark obliged and I got a good shot of my loving wife being spit roasted by these two guys. Both men got in to a nice rhythm, fucking my wife from both. She was wearing a thin cotton skirt that appeared to be a wrap-around, and the slit on the side seemed to be getting higher, and I swear her cotton pullover blouse was slowly becoming transparent, which was just fine with me.Layla and I were talking, but I wasn’t focused on the conversation I was focused on her incredible body and my rock hard erection. My focus did shift to the other end of the table as I heard two chairs slide back. My mother blew me a kiss, something I had never seen her do,. This time instead of just brushing my balls the hand continued. I raised my bottom and the hand slid around my ball sac and squeezed. It was mind blowing. After several squeezes that were firmer and firmer the hand moved upwards and around my erection. I had already leaked and the fingers slid more easily, up and down. I gasped as I could feel myself coming. I gyrated and the fingers helped me along. Firm fingers holding my erection. My breathing shortened until I exploded. I came. It was. Wonderful, and we'd continued together for the two years since.But now I was thinking about boys again, because of this man in my train compartment. He introduced himself as Patrice. I guess he was about 35 - twice my age. He seemed nice when he got on the train and still seemed nice now, even with the intrusive questions. I figured he was going to come onto me if I admitted what I'd thought about with my friend's brother but for some reason I didn't want to lie about it. Somehow that would be.