Almost." She shyly giggled.She moved down to his crotch and took his swollen member in her mouth, savoring the feeling of submission she was experienc...ing. Knowing she was making him feel good, serving his needs and desires. Not making him have to tell her how to please him. Thinking only of his pleasure. She moved up and down his shaft. Occasionally she would get a taste of his salty precum.They had just recently decided they were happiest in their relationship when she was completely. We paid at the door and went in. All the clubs I've been to in the past were full of women dancers only. This place was co-ed. Males and females were milling around trying to make a buck.We were the only couple in the joint. She sat taking in the sights and I figured "why not give her a thrill"I ordered drinks and while we were waiting, found a young black k** (mid-twenties) and asked him if he would mind teasing the wife. He led her to a seperate table and sat her down. Sitting, her face was. An involuntary shiver thwanged up her spine at imagining something so repulsive, or maybe it was a thrill of naughty excitement, she couldn’t sense which. Of course she would wash it off right away, like, well, like it was piss, and the idea of it on her face, much less in her mouth made her head quiver. It was still disgusting, but feeling his warm pee blaze a trail over her tits and belly while she stared lovingly into his eyes had an undeniable, if perverse, appeal. ‘Everyone would know I. Seeing that she was standing side on to me and looking the other way, I relaxed and looked at her more closely.Today she was wearing a short denim skirt that hugged her hips and then flared out to about mid-thigh. Her tight-fitting white blouse showed off her curves. Thin strips of ruffle decorated the neckline and the edges of the super-short sleeves. Her long black hair was bound at the back of her neck with a white band and then dropped in long ropy curls down her back. A pair of open-toed.