Not Just Yet

"W-wait," he panted. "I . . . I don't want to cum just yet."

"Alright," she answered, letting go of his hard cock. "When you are ready, just give me a yell."

Irene grabbed herself a beer and sat down on the floor in the living room, watching the other couples dance. She was soon joined by Dylan. "Crazy party, huh?"

"The best!" she nodded her redhead vigorously. "This is so cool . . . And you guys are such good sports. Letting all of us check out your junk and everything."

"Oh, our pleasure! I can assure you," he responded it.

Irene looked at Dylan's cock, it was rock hard, of course. All of the husband's cocks were hard. And the head it was glistening with pre-cum.

"Been leaking a bit, huh?" she asked, reaching out to rub the tip of her middle finger around the clear, sticky liquid. Dylan sucked in his breath and closed his eyes, his body visibly shaking from excitement. Not content with just touching the head, she gently made contact with the sides of his shaft. Slowly working her wrists up and down, her fingers played lightly along the length.

He just sat there, his eyes closed but his mouth open. Taking deep breaths, he occasionally let out a moan. His stomach fluttering as she teased his cock.

Finally she smiled a mischievous smile at her friend Sharon's husband. "Do you want me to make you cum?"