They were then shocked when the stranger knelt on the ground and whacked himself with the branch. In fact, he continued to whack himself a full dozen ...imes.Diane was quick enough to get out her phone and film the last nine strokes the stranger gave himself, giggling as she did.That wasn’t the end. When he finished whacking himself, he threw the branch on the ground but clasped his penis and energetically brought himself to a groaning gyrating orgasm. He then casually got dressed and walked. Before I knew, it my wife was unbuckling Bill's pants as she tried haphazardly to get at his cock, which from the bulge I could tell was a good size one. What took place that night never happened before, and never would again. My wife gave this guy a blow job right in the bar. The only reason no one noticed was because it was a Tuesday night and the bar was dead. The bartender and waitress were so busy cleaning up that he could have fucked my wife on the table and they would have been clueless.. Getting up with an aching head and a raging hard on. So much so that I could hardly pee. I noticed the shorts from the night before drying on the radiator. Leaving those well alone, I couldn’t resist peeking into Susie’s bedroom.There on the crumpled duvet lay her dildo still smeared in her juices. A creamed in ivory thong lay screwed up on the floor. She had obviously been having a good time on her own. Without me. Leaving her gay best friend to do the honours. That was some relief, but I was. . err ... shall we say the more investigative of the metropolis's newspapers, and if you could use your influence to..." Keep their inquiring noses out of your business?"I nodded, and told him of my duel with Jarvis Braxton-Clark, and how, on her return from Bermuda, I had met and fallen in love with his widow.He rubbed his chin. "Yes, I can appreciate if the papers got hold of that tit bit of information they would add two and two together and make five, six or even seven. We are talking of.