We have an import-export business. My hubby is 45 and of course good looking.In a high society where we live, maintenance of a figure for a woman is a...s important as a high bank balance for a man. Because of this, I keep my body fit, trim and attractive. Whenever we go for a social gathering the men ogle at me. If a chance comes they try to touch me here and there by handshaking, pressing the hand for a longer than normal.They ask me for a dance so that they can be close to me. On any such. I looked at her and said brightly, "I know", and lowered my mouth to her pussy.There was enough carrot sticking past her pussy lips that I had no trouble gripping it with my teeth and working it into my mouth. I pulled it out about an inch and bit off a piece. I chewed it for a few seconds, swallowed, then pulled out and bit off another piece. I kept it up until the carrot was gone from her pussy."Damn good tasting carrot", I said to her.I thought to myself that while I was there I may as well. There was more force, too. I was loving it, happy that I could cope with the size, settling into John’s rhythm, aroused further by Teresa’s encouragement. ‘ Yes, John, fuck her faster. I’m sure she’s all right. It’s what she wanted.’ He was holding on to my hips and that seemed to help him settle into a consistent tempo. We had found an equilibrium and with it the confidence to give ourselves up to a pleasure that grew ever more intense without threatening to overwhelm us.Until Teresa appeared. I should say my hard cock can! “So, you are happy to see me!” she finally stutters, the warmth of our bodies not yet filling our joined space. All I could muster through my embarrassment is to say, “Hush up you little wench and go to sleep!” even as my cock bobs in tune with my heartbeat against her backside. We enjoy a bit of small talk as we lay together and I must admit it is a very pleasurable time for me. This woman smells utterly divine and her skin, though I’ve seen it from afar for.