A few years back when on holiday with another family in Scotland, the two guys decided to hire kilts for an evening out with just our wives. As you'd expect, there was a lot of banter about what we were wearing underneath, etc.
For some reason, my wife has few inhibitions in front of these particular friends. Even so, I was still a little taken aback by a suggestion she made that evening. She said she intended to give me a blow job after dinner in a shop doorway on the main street.
The other lady said she never sucks her husband's cock. We expressed surprise as she's no prude and felt sympathy for her husband. I wasn't sure if I should suggest my wife perform the service for him instead as his need was probably greater than mine.
His wife tends to falter after drinking alcohol, so we jumped straight into a convenient taxi outside the restaurant. Therefore, we didn't walk past the doorways that my wife had in mind to do the deed.
Once we'd checked the kids were OK, our friends sat down to watch TV. We told them we had some unfinished business and popped outside where there was an alleyway between two of the cottages in the holiday complex. My wife got down on her knees, lifted up my kilt and did exactly what she promised.
It wasn't quite as exciting as doing it in the centre of town with our two friends watching as originally planned but satisfying all the same.
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