I opened the parlour door, and well surprised was I at seeing, by the side of a fire half-out, a young gentleman in the old lady’s elbow chair, with...his legs laid upon another, fast asleep, and left there by his thoughtless companions, who had drank him down, and then went off with every one but his mistress, whilst he stayed behind by the courtesy of the old matron, who would not disturb or turn him out in that condition at one in the morning; and beds, it is more than probable there were none. “Jacking off, slut, so suck the head of my dick while I jerk it,” I directed my wife as she turned, placing her feet on the ground, legs spread her bare pussy quite visible in the light.“Ahh, I’m there, cunt. Jack me off you fuckin’ cock whore!” I exclaimed as I pulled my cock from her mouth aiming at my slut wife’s neck and tits, jiggling obscenely in her open blouse.“Ahh, yes, a beautiful load of cum on your neck, tits and blouse,” I commented rather crudely.“I suppose you want me to wear. He then clenched his cock with one hand and took it from ther mouth and grabbed my head. Now you taste me as I tasted you. I opened my mouth, mainly from fear I guess. He shoved as much as he could into my open jaws,took his hand off and started coming again. Now, swallow he said. Having no choice since it was already in my mouth, I did it.Much to my surprise, it didn't taste all that bad. A mixture of "flavors" Tany, salty and a tinge of sweetness. What I couldn't believe is the amount of. He was called Stuart and was 11 years older than her. While she was a professional having been a teacher he was a bit of a roughneck really having done numerous jobs over the years despite being fairly intelligent. He had just finished working on the oil rigs so was in the pub almost every time she was working. She did not know this but he had been in prison for various things in the past. It was often quiet in the pub and they were left almost alone often.The chatting up and flirting was.