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eye line and frantically smothers the underside of his swinging balls with kisses. When she’s finished she feeds his straining manhood back into her stretching mouth. At once Mick’s off again, stooping slightly as he cups her head between both his hands and hurriedly and relentlessly rams his tightly trimmed grey-haired groin at her.
    Suddenly, out of nowhere he lets out a huge throaty bellow. Then with a quick backward movement he yanks his startled cock from my wife’s worshipping mouth. He takes it in both fists and as it tries to spasm uncontrollably he swivels his hips, directing each spurt of his knee-rocking orgasm into Lisa’s upturned face, hair and all over her bare chest.  I can’t believe how long the orgasm seems to go on for or how much come he splatters my wife with. There’s so much of it I wonder if it can be normal.
    “Fuck..... MEEEE!”  He groans once he’s finally drained the last of his seed all over Lisa.
    Her head moves and I see a thick rope of his come swing from her chin and slide down onto her heaving and already drenched breasts. Mick slumps back with his bare ass against the alley wall, his trousers crumpled around his ankles.
    Lisa, still breathing deeply but now more slowly, reaches out from her knees and takes his wilting, reddened cock into one of her manicured hands. Even now only semi-erect, it appears so much larger than my own is when hard.
    From the bottom of the alley a speeding car roars along down the street. Oblivious to everything accept what is before her, Lisa slowly kisses each of Mick’s balls in turn then continues up the length of his recently discharged cock until she reaches the head. Once there, her tongue laps then gently sucks and cleanses him.
    With no warning, dance music and lights explode into the alleyway as the fire exit doors burst fully open.
    A guy in an open-collared shirt and tie and a brunette in heels stagger out arm in arm, carrying drinks.
    Startled I jump with fright and surprise and half crash into one of the bins.
    “Fuck off back inside the pair of yer!” shouts Mick as the couple stare wide-eyed at him with my nude wife at his feet on her knees.
    “In future use the fucking main door around the front!” he yells.
    The intruders hurry back inside but before I can stop it, the bin I hit topples onto its side, sending its contents of food waste and cardboard spilling out on the ground.
    Mick turns away from the fire door and looks over at me his face twisted with confusion and anger.
    “What the FUCK? “He yells taking a stride towards me, his pants still around his ankles.
    “No Mick!” shrieks Lisa, her arms tightly gripped around his knees, his now-limp cock swinging through her hair. “It’s my husband, it’s Neil!”
    “What???” yells Mick, stopping in his tracks and starring down in bewilderment at my wife.
    “I had no idea he was here! Honestly Mick!” she cries, her bare tits squashed up against his legs as she struggles to hold him there.
    I’m frozen to the spot with my limp cock still out, but now a look of amused recognition has spread across Mick’s broad face.
    He looks over at me then back down at Lisa below him. His amusement changes to a grimace, revealing deep lines around his piercing pale blue eyes.
    “Get off on this do you?” he demands looking at me aggressively. I can’t speak.
    “I guess we’d better give you something to really watch then” he smirks. Lisa is trying to struggle to her feet but Mick has a hand firmly on her head holding her down there in place on her knees.
    “No need to get up yet” he instructs my wife.
    “I’ve gotta tell you boy, your wife is a very willing little cock-sucker!”
    I become aware now that his only recently-sucked and drained cock is starting to stiffen again and is rising menacingly up against his stomach.
    Without taking his eyes from me, Mick stoops a little and forces Lisa forward towards me, her hands resting on the ground close to the contents of