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dick out under the table. He was hidden but a bare-naked cock waved in the open air inside a very public place. I kept my neck stiff, forcing myself to avoid looking directly at my wife's hand wrapped around this man's cock. I'm above average and he was bigger than me by a lot. Tiffany chuckled and pumped the loose skin.
    “You have a big cock,” she stated. “It's gorgeous.”
    Her comment seemed to catch him by surprise, or maybe his cool exterior unraveled just a little, but he thanked her awkwardly and continued trying to act cool.
    I risked a better look; he was about three-fingers thick, maybe a little more, and much longer than me. She stroked him slowly, tugging the skin up and down, squeezing his shaft so hard her knuckles were white.
    “That feels great,” he offered. “Put your mouth on me. Suck it.”
    Suddenly my phone was the most interesting object in the universe. I felt Tiff glance at me and then heard her chuckle.
    “No, Chris, sorry. I want to but not in front of my brother and not inside such a public place. Maybe some other time? David, get Chris's number, will you please? Maybe I can see him again before I head back to LA.”
    My neck and face burned. Thank God it was dark in here. Tiff played her role perfectly and having so much fun with it. I told Chris I was ready when he was and entered his digits as he spoke them. Every time he looked away, I looked at my wife's hand holding his bare cock. I knew I would never forget this moment.
    “Can you cum?” Tiffany asked.
    Chris nodded.
    “Sit up,” she instructed.
    Chris leaned forward and put his elbows on the cloth, looking around the club like nothing happened. Tiff aimed his dick under the table. I held my breath as her little hand jacked him faster. The table cloth dropped down and covered what happened beneath it, but I could imagine.
    “Cum for me,” Tiff urged. “So me how much you like me. Do you think I'm pretty?”
    Chris nodded again and looked down at the tabletop. Tiff's hand worked faster.
    “I will suck your cock, Chris. I want to, believe me, I just can't this time.”
    The tablecloth bounced around.
    “And since I'm sure you're wondering, because every guy does, yeah, when I suck it, I'm going to swallow your cum. Tell me how pretty? Am I cute? Sexy? Gorgeous?” She loved this.
    “Fuck,” he whispered. “Fuck, here it comes. I think you're fucking gorgeous. I think you're the hottest girl in this place. This is so crazy. Tiffany, you might be the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. Yeah! Fuck yeah! Unnggghhh, hunnnng!”
    His body tensed and I knew under the table that big dick spurt cum. I casually surveyed the crowd but nobody gave a shit about us.
    Chris came a lot. Long after I would have finished he still shot. Tiff laughed with glee and kept stroking until he made her stop.
    “No more,” he pleaded. “No more. I'm too sensitive. Oh my fucking God that was hot. I've never done anything like this.”
    “Me either!” Tiffany giggled. She wiped her hands on the tablecloth.
    His sperm sprayed my wife's hands. My balls contracted and I had to smother a groan. His sperm sprayed my wife's hands; that reality blew me away.
    She tucked him away and zipped him up. Desire for her flared like a super-nova inside me. They went back to chatting casually, although with a much greater air of familiarity, and I resisted the urge to tell him to get lost. He discreetly ran his hands on her bare legs and fondled her breasts until she told him she needed to talk to me alone. He took the hint and made his goodbyes. I waited until the crowd swallowed him.
    “Home, now,” I ordered.
    Tiff laughed. “Yessir,” she quickly replied. The band was just tuning up when we hit the exit. We started dirty-talk as soon as we got in the car to head home. Tiffany was so turned on she was ready to explode and started sucking me while we were still in the parking lot. She'd stop only to answer my questions or tell me her favorite parts. I