Not a word spoken as James was sitting in a chair, the look on his face one I hadn’t seen before as he looked lustfully at Jimi’s genitals, already turned on by them, wanting to receive the head job Jimi had on offer. As soon as we were home my man was naked, still with the erection he gained while watching the boys, his hands behind his head, whispering encouragement as I tried to emulate the blow job we had watched a little earlier, both of us still turned on from the visual experience. “Oh fuck yes, yes, yes, yes, now, now,” my man screamed as Jimi took him over the edge. Wanda wanting to see my man naked while I wanted see her man naked as he seduced my man. Or a kinky much younger Frenchman?”
I already knew what Wanda’s toy boy looked like after she had showed me a range of pics at our lunch meetings – an amalgam of the questions I had teased my man with.
