I told my wife I need to fuck her now. She said slow down, I want this to last. Let me suck you for a while. She pushed the hands away from her pus...sy and turned around. She was on my right side and leaning over my cock. She leaned over and started to slowly take me into her mouth. Around this time I heard the door open on that side of the car. I picked my head up and saw that the guy had opened the door and leaned in to get a handful of my wife’s tits. I don’t blame him, she has amazing. "That's not what I'm saying." He said with a grin. "She was sucking my dick daily. She was a good cock-sucker, but not good enough to pay for this place with one blow!"I guess I had the image stuck in my head of Her kneeling between His legs, Her head bobbing on His dick...I didn't realize it looked like I was staring at His crotch.About the time He unzipped and pulled out His cock, I snapped back to reality. My eyes went wide seeing His half-hard cock.I've done my share of experimenting in my. No, what I wanted was the real thing, albeit considered unrealistic or even nutty by the current social standards. I was perfectly satisfied to wait until I figured out another way to do it, and I did. This is the story of what ended up happening. Until about ten years ago I had been what most women would describe as Neanderthal: the stereotypical find-em, fuck-em and forget-em kind of guy. Not that they complained too loudly. Why should they? They were Find-em, fuck- em and forget-em kind of. ’ She does. ‘Unzip my pants. Take my cock out.’ She does. My cock is erect, especially in her warm hands. I guide my cock to her mouth. She opens her mouth and slobbers it. I grab her by the hair and pull her hair back. I fuck her mouth, her tongue like a slipping slide. Her head bobs on my cock, going backward and forward nearly hitting the wall. I slide my cock out, just as I slided it in. I then step back. Lightly I let the whip come down on her nipples. The light sting causes a moan in her..