Yes, Please

Matt was teetering on the edge. Had been for quite sometime, now. So in response to Irene's question, all he could do was to nod. There was a ****, needy look in his eyes.

Irene's own eyes shone with a twinkle of triumph and excitement. As the music started playing, she began swaying her hips from side-to-side, leaning forward and then backing off. All the while tugging on Matt's hard cock.

As he was being jerked off, he half-closed his eyes and breathed through his mouth. Suddenly he had a jolt of reality and his eyes flew open wide. Frantically he looked around the room for his wife. But Holly was standing off to the side, calmly chatting with Dylan. However, she was watching her husband, a bemused smile on her face. When they made eye-contact, she hoisted her beer and smiled wider while slowly nodding her head.

"Oooo!" Irene squealed when that first blast of sperm splattered onto her bare stomach. She stroked faster, trying to make his orgasm as pleasurable for him as possible. Another blast hit her belly and another. Soon there was a thick puddle of cum oozing down her midsection.

When she saw that his shooting was not as frequent nor as intense as it had been, she slowed down on her pumping. Eventually she stopped her movements completely but did not let go of his cock. Once she felt him beginning to soften, she gave his spent dick a few last, lingering strokes, trying to squeeze out any remaining droplets of his sperm.

"Whew!" he gasped, trying to catch his breath. "Th-thank you."

"No problem," she replied cheerily and headed for the patio, explaining, "I need to get a napkin." Glancing down at her tummy she giggled. "I need to get several napkins."