”Two other people were sitting in there, but they barely noticed what was happening. Within a few moments the girl has opened up my pants and she ha... removed her own jeans and panties and was sitting with her legs splayed out on one of the sofas. There was virtually no foreplay; within a few moments, I was inside her finally getting my cherry busted. An insight struck me about why the two other people were barely aware of our vigorous fucking just a few feet from them. After all, they had not. I so totally wanted that feeling, and yet I was offering to stay monogamous and let her have it instead. Here I was, wanting so badly to have that experience myself, yet trying to convince my reluctant wife to take this from me for her own pleasure. The idea that she might decide to try it was keeping me up all night with gut-twisting hard-ons. The hypocrisy, the injustice, the unfairness, her pleasure, all of it was the sweetest, deepest, and most erotic pain for me. The thought of loving her. "Oh, that," he said. "Let me wipe that off." I stopped him and asked him again. This time he said, "That's from jacking off and cumming and letting it dry in my underwear and not washing behind my foreskin when I shower. Then when there's enough, like now, I wipe it away with my fingers and eat it." "Let me," I said, and stuck his dick in my mouth and began to give him head, sucking off all the yummy old cum. I felt his hand gently on the back of my head as I bobbed up and down. I took. Inside me, the messages were a bit more mixed: "Tell her to stop."... "No, tell her *not* to stop."..."Don't tell her anything!" One thing was sure. My face must have been 5 shades of burning red by now. Every part of me felt like it was shaking as I heard the footsteps get louder and louder. My whole body felt electric, shrinking up in utter embarrassment, yet so excited to be on public display. The whole thing was definitely getting me even more horny, something I *didn't* need at that.