"So, I presume they aren't just for a kick in the park?" I asked and Sarah smiled. "Football or Rugby?" Or Hockey or Lacrosse or..." Sarah needled and... I huffed at her. "Football. I am on the Under-17s at Aylesbury Vale." Oh right. I didn't know." I know. I didn't tell you." What else, didn't you tell me?" I asked and she smiled at me."A few things." Are you sure you don't own an airline?" She sighed and I looked at her. "Like how you can afford over one hundred notes for some boots for a kick. Now, let’s proceed. Make the O that you make with your mouth a bit bigger and welcome the head of my cock further in your mouth. As you do this, start moving your tongue over the rest of the head."I widened my mouth further and could feel it occupy my mouth. I pushed my lips over the pronounced edge of the head of his cock. The entire head was in my mouth now. I tried to move my tongue around it, but was lacking space. Uhm.. now what? I looked up, as if to ask Mark, and let the head of his cock. I’m sorta looking for, waiting for Ms. Right; so her astounding proposal kind of blows me away. I nod and stammer, “Unh, sure… uh, yeah… um, yeah, I’d love to!”Monica, now looking invigorated, grabs me by my jacket lapel, and virtually drags me into her bachelor — bachelorette? — pad, kicking the door shut behind us. Locking me with her eyes, she begins to silently, frantically disrobe. I follow suit, fascinated by the fervor with which she pulls. I'd not thought of being cleaned, cuckolding or anything else, I just selfishly wanted my denied orgasm back and not be left hanging. Charles's hands took my waist firmer, pulling my body into his mouth. His tongue lashing my clit with exactly the speed and pressure I so badly wanted. Maybe it was Rocky's words, but I became self-aware, conscience of the cum, seeping out of me, I could feel the warm liquid trailing from my pussy and I wanted to somehow stop it. No, don't feed my husband.