I am seated next to your wife, Heather. You are across the table from us. Heather is so pretty, her make up perfect, her hair done up for this formal occasion. We talked, and joked, enjoying each other‘s company. Her hand was on my thigh, right next to my cock, hard and stiff under the table.
I whispered into her ear, “Heather you make me so hard. Your face is so pretty, so well made up. I’m thinking about all those wonderful times, your lips around my cock, sucking on me. Making me cum, my cum shooting from my cock, covering your face, dripping so erotically from your mouth, and your chin.”
Heather glances at you, watching us across the table. Heather slides a little closer to me, her hand moving up, fondling my cock through my trousers, knowing that you can see from the angle of her arm under the table, and the small movements that she is playing with my cock. She looks in my eyes, her face next to mine, her whisper tickling my ear, sending shivers down my spine.
“You know how much I love your cock in my mouth, sucking on you, teasing you.” Her fingers run along my shaft, under the table, my cock surging, pulsing to her teasing touch. “You make my pussy so wet when you fuck my mouth with your hard cock. I feel so sexy, so turned on with my face covered with your hot, sticky cum, just thinking about it is making me so wet.”
You know that I am fucking your wife, and watching her flirting with me, her hand clearly on my cock fills you with jealousy.
“I have to excuse myself,“ Meredith tells me in a voice loud enough for you to hear. “Perhaps you’d like to come with me?” she says. “I think I would like to cum,” I tell her, pretending that I misheard her. I adjust my cock to make my erection less visible. I stand up, helping Heather out of her chair, and you watch us walk away together…
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