Of course he no longer had to be forced. He climbed on me and started fucking my mouth again. I could still taste his cum. After a few minutes we h...eard the phone ring upstairs. Mike stopped moving, but Lisa made him start again. Suddenly we heard someone coming down the stairs. Mike jumped off me and hid. It was their mom, looking for Lisa, because the phone was for her. Lisa intercepted mom before she came in the room and went up to answer the phone. Mike came out of hiding and. The Stagecoach was aptly named. From the outside, it was rustic, looking for all the world like an old-time stagecoach station along the trail; weathered-wood siding, tying rails out front, and a steer horn for a pull on the old, heavy wood door. Inside it was different. Not modern by any means, but polished, I guess you’d call it; like the inside of an old-west, high-end saloon might have been. It reminded me a little of The Cavern, that underground ‘nightclub/restaurant’ in Seattle we went to. Anyway my dick was ready to explode from all the teasing and I think getting touched by a feather would have made me cum. I had my eyes closed and did not see it coming."Ahhhg" I almost screamed in pain as the ice hit my balls and dick and before I completely realized what was happening, I was locked up in that damn CB again. Horny and frustrated but unable to do anything about it."There baby, that is much better, don't you think? The CB will stay on until after you've watched me getting fucked. “I want him to watch. I want him to see how real men fuck and please a woman”, my wife replied. There was some commotion and then I felt cold all over my chest and lap. The sharp stinging cold pulled me out of my haze and I realized that someone had dumped a cup of ice water on me. While the water had cooled me down, some of the ice was stuck in my lap and it was getting painfully cold against my naked body. I tried to move, to get the ice off of me, but I could barely move the way I was.