At that time there was nothing we could say. We had been caught in the act. Ken began to appologize, saying that he had called but Wes must not have g...tten the message. Still, he said, he should have just left and returned later. Still on the pool table, naked and with Wes's cock still in my pussy, we accepted his appology but were left wondering what the next step would be. Even as he spoke Ken's hand was still around his crotch area. He had been rubbing himself as he watched us. Neither Wes. The 'mom' came out minutes later with a bundle of clothes."I'll leave any time you want to kick me out." I kept eating."Mind if I do some laundry?" she asked. Work was never done. "Moving's messed up my schedule. You're be surprised how much dirty clothing two women make."Her washing machine was in the split level below, past the kitchen. The rest of her apartment was down there."I like your new place better," I complimented her."Yeah. It's going to be better for us here."She busied herself. End of part 2-My cock was hard again. She began sucking it as we 69'ed. She was thrusting her hips on my face. I heard her say, "Oh fuck I'm cumming." At the same moment she stuck my cock in her mouth and I came for the second time in five minutes. She continued to face fuck me with her crotch and kept sucking my jizz into her mouth. After a moment of post-orgasm bliss, my wife dismounted my head and turned to face me. She lowered her mouth to mine and kissed me as my cum drooled from her. It’s not your scene,” Amber said, wagging a finger at me. “Don’t you think I should decide that?” I asked indignantly. “Ok, don’t say I didn’t warn you. Go talk to Vinny,” Amber said, pointing to the stage manager. Vinny was what you might expect in a stage manager for a burlesque house. He was in his 60’s, beer belly, silk button-down shirt, gold chain, half-eaten cigar, and hair slicked back with enough oil to see your reflection. “I want in,” I said to him as I walked up to him at the bar.