William's POV:

Feeling Anna's breathtakingly chiseled thighs jiggle wildly in my hands, I can't help but show my pleasure with sound, with the waitress finally being able to move, I feel Anna dropping her right hand on my left thigh. I couldn't keep my promise of keeping it fully relaxed as I am fighting an impending boy accident.

As I feel my sexy wife's warm hand on my thigh, I ask: "Do you think we have time for a quickie before our food arrives?"

Being as turned on as I am, I totally forgot about Annabelle.

Replying to her question, I reply: “I love that you only have eyes for me it I also feel proud of having a woman who is as beautiful as she is sensitive and loving for a wife.” She drops a la let on our laps and brings her hand to my tent, freeing it from he shorts. Feeling about to burst in her hand, I whisper in her ear: "Remember I told you I didn't want to make a mess, if I release right now the power of the shot will splash everywhere." I grasp and shake her sexy thigh making it jiggle very noticeably in my hand.

William’s POV:

Feeling Anna’s soft and silky hands wiping my tear streaks pushes my life giving liquid forcefully out, I manage to refrain from releasing it in forceful shots, managing to keep it mostly in, save for a little moisture: “You finally did it, my beautiful, I am starting to feel the shame and embarrassment vanishing and an overwhelming love and desire is filling the emptiness that the negative feelings is leaving.”

I, with more love and devotion (if that’s even possible), kiss and wipe more precious, large tears and thick streaks off Anna’s cheeks, dropping both hands on her fully relaxed thighs.

Seeing my sexy wife’s thighs jiggling completely relaxed against the guy’s hand and arm/forearm pushes my life giving seed forcefully making me tense my whole body to prevent a boy accident. As soon as my breathtakingly beautiful wife sits I start my way towards her.

When I pass the row where my wife’s thighs bumped into a hand, I notice a full tent and a wet patch in the guy’s white pants.

I proudly show my tent even though I am fighting hard to keep the life giving seed inside as I walk to my seat.

When I reach my seat I drop my hand on my sexy wife’s thigh feeling it jiggle wildly and, I dare say, even happily, in my hand: “You have no idea how much I love and enjoy this feeling (referring to the rippling waves of her fully relaxed muscles in my hand), now, you said you would take care of the tent here? You know, I saw a very large wet patch in the lucky guy who felt your sensual thigh jiggle in his hand. I wonder how you plan to take care of my tent without making a mess here.”

Hey Andjyx, as always, your obs have a mix of emotional and artistic elements. I wonder, if you have known your friend for most of your life, had he never seen you cry before? Doesn’t he know you love to be comforted by having your tears taken care of? Had his friend seen you cry before?