I wanted to jerk off so bad. I was on edge waiting for another message. She finally sent another text, " gagged with only half in my throat".I replied... "drink it. Tell me what he tastes like". She replied " hide! We're almost there and I haven't mentioned you yet."I hid in a closet in a guest bedroom. It seemed like forever. Eventually they stumbled in the door. My skank wife took him directly into our bedroom. There was quite the commotion. Plenty of lip smacking and heavy breathing. I heard. I asked if she wanted to meet up with him with me or on her own but she said with you ASAP and so I set up a meeting with him during the day as he was in our area the following Monday afternoon.We met at a bar not far from a secluded country park that I knew would be quite and I think she knew what and where I had in mind.She dressed in a smart black suit with a slit up the side of her skirt,a two button jacket that showed her snaty cleavage off with stockings and a snaty black bra and thong. Her mouth went up and she slid her hand down. She was very slow and very loving about what she was doing."A little faster," David whispered to her. He was enjoying watching her between his legs. The sight of her with his cock in her mouth was enough to drive him over the edge, but he was able to control himself. The feeling of her hand on his hard cock also was enough to drive him over the edge. Again he was able to control himself. But after a few minutes of watching her mouth slide up and. We lived in a large home on the hills outside Los Angeles. My father had moved out two years ago, just after I turned 16. He and my mother still collaborated, but now by phone, fax and e-mail. He was now living in New York and wintering in the south of France. I knew why he left but was puzzled by it. His life-style and perversions were certainly well accepted in LA, and certainly no worse than what was going on in this house and neighborhood. He had left my mother's bed when I was 14 and moved.