My hips bucked up against my hand, my mind convincing myself that it was his mouth buried against my pussy. “Sucking harder, grabbing your ass tight...and pulling you into my mouth.” His words were broken with moans and heavy breathing. “Oh fuck,” I moaned loudly into the phone. “I think I am gonna cum.” “Yes baby,” he moaned loudly into the phone, “Cum with me, I am going to cum too, Cum inside of my mouth. Let me taste you.” I rubbed harder at my pussy, my hips pushed up, my ass no longer. ” I picked up a few odd looks from him during the meal. When we all finished, Jessica cleared the table. She picked up her cell and told us she was going to check on the stripper. With the room to ourselves, Frank leaned closer to tell me that my wife had been rubbing her foot against his leg under the table. I told him not to worry about it and said she could be a bit flirty sometimes. Frank relaxed visibly when I showed no concern about her behavior. Then he admitted that a stripper could. ”“Well he’s not coming round here again.”“Oh really?”“Yes really, you’re getting far too close to him.”“Let me remind you Michael of just who’s idea this was in the first place.”“I know, I know and now I’m stopping it.”“Like hell you are.”“So you admit it, you want to see him again.”“Yes of course I want to see him again, you know I do and what’s more the next time you have a few drinks, you’ll be telling me to ring him again, you know you will.”“You’re just a fucking slut.”“And who wanted me. Quick cleanup then off to the next gig.We each cleared around $450; not too shabby. With the first fuck-fest, we'd managed to bleed off a lot of the turbulent energy we'd picked up, so we got into screwing (that's sex as fun-and-games, not just for survival) for the next couple times.After our last gigs we showered together pleasantly. I got to do her wonderful hair again then massaged down some of her sore or stiff body parts. We'd either calmed down enough or come up enough, but this time we.