The head Waiter approached asking if I would like to review the wine list. I glanced at my companion and she just nodded for me to choose. I whispered...my selection not even looking at the wine list. His only reaction to was to raise an eyebrow a fraction of an inch, while giving a short bow, stating he would return momentarily with the selected bottle. I knew it was there. I had handed it to the current owner's grandfather almost a century before for safe keeping.It only took the Head Waiter a. The guy on the other side of me moved closer and rubbed his cock against my leg. I reached over and began stoking his cock also. I came in hoping to get a quick blow job. Then I was hoping to get to fuck the lady on the ground. Now I was thinking this night would be much more.After stroking the cocks for a few minutes, I decided I really wanted one in my mouth. I got down on my knees and took a cock in my mouth. He quickly put his hands on my head and began fucking my face. I do not know how. I really wanted to think of my wife when we were having sex, I really did, but every time we started to make love, my mind went to Ashley, and how much I wanted to fuck her. My mind would wander to her smooth, creamy skin, and her small, petite frame. I imagine her pussy being shaved just for me, and being tight, but accommodating my girth nicely. In my fantasies, Ashley and I would have this amazing connection, she would scream my name, and tell me how big I was, and tell me how much better I. We stayed like that until all our throbbing and gushing ended. As I pulled out of her she scrambled to get my cock in her mouth to clean off the mixed cum. She was slurping it up like a cat at a bowl of cream. She sucked every bit of us off my cock. She got up on her knees to get closer to me and hugged me tightly. There was mixed cum running down her legs and pooling on the blanket. I fell down pulling her on top of me. We were laughing and prodding each other. Carol and I had forgotten where.