The ice was now broken. I had gotten a taste of our mutual friend and was hooked. My hubby couldn’t put the genie back in the bottle even if he wanted to. But he didn’t.
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I found myself asking my hubby to hang out with our friend weekly. The second time we went out all together we decided we’d go to dinner. He met us at our house.
My husband said he’d drive. When we went to get in to the car. I instinctively followed our friend into the backseat. My husband paused for a second and looked at me in the rear view mirror. I gave him a sheepish look and a smirk. He shook his head, resigning himself to my decision and he started the car.
Our friend put his arm around me and my husband pulled out of the driveway. I couldn’t help but keep glancing down at his crotch. Soon I could see it start to grow. He began to fill out his pants. His coke bottle dick seemingly about to burst through. I was getting wet, very wet.
I couldn’t help myself. I looked up at our friend and reached over and began to unbutton and unzip his pants. I looked upfront periodically to see if my husband was noticing what was happening. He hadn’t yet.
I reached in and got a handful of cock and pulled it out. My hand was wrapped firmly around his throbbing cock. It was so thick that my fingertips couldn’t touch. My mouth was watering. I leaned over and slipped my lips over its head and around his cock. I could taste his pre-cum and began taking it deep in my mouth up and down. My mouth was watering.
I couldn’t help but make noise. I was sucking his cock as if I was famished. With his dick in my mouth I glanced up front and made eye contact with my hubby. He had repositioned the rear view mirror so he could clearly see. My cheek stretched from his friend’s cock I paused. My hubby just smiled.
I continued enthusiastically. We soon arrived at the restaurant and we all walked in, horny and hungry. I was ready for my second meal of the evening.