I was in such a frenzy that I kept humping the finished cock to my rear and moved to the one remaining loaded gun swallowing it for all I was worth. I... didn't take many strokes with my lips and tongue for that final load to be firmly shot down my waiting throat.Needless to say, I was just beginning. Luckily for my knees and probably thankfully for the waitress, the guys helped me up, got me to the door of the ladies room and handed me my clothes so I could get cleaned up and dressed. Two of. The beast would need to roam tonight, and I was taking myself far into the woods where I could be free.I slammed my fist into the steering wheel, once, twice, again, raging. I tried to hold on, to push it back, wanting to wait until I was further into the forest, get further from the city. I turned onto a dirt road, the car spinning around the turn, driving too fast, the car almost out of control. I pointed it back onto the road and headed down this isolated road going deep into the woods. But,. .." she begins, "but we're having a bit of a get together at my house tonight. Just a few work colleagues - not all from our department - and spouses. And, well I thought it might be a good opportunity for you to meet people. Of course I perfectly understand if you have other plans." Erm no," you mumble in surprise, "I'd love to come." Oh, that's great," she replies - I'll message the details over to you."Its quite a mixed group: Myself - and my husband, Gordon, of course. Mark, whose with us. It makes it harder for us to get intimate time alone, so we often just settle for a quickie when he gets home from work while I am getting ready to leave for the club. Don’t get me wrong, the quickie bent over the bathroom sink is very satisfying. I love watching ourselves in the mirror, and Gibson gets a thrill out of seeing the gasp on my face when he pulls my hair from behind as he pumps his cum deep inside me. Then I have the extra thrill of his thick cum soaking my thong all night long..