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The cumshot is the best part. Why would a woman want to deprive herself of that? And actually let me correct myself - the cumshot is the second best part. The few seconds just before the cumshot is really the best part, especially if the guy fights to hold back. There's an eerie premonition of excitement in those few seconds. You can feel the shaft harden, the head bloat, and if your mouth is low enough on the shaft, you can feel the vas deference starting to pulsate in preparation for the inevitable cumshot. It's a feeling like cresting that first hill of a rollercoaster. You know the big thrill is just a few seconds away, and you wait for it with anticipation. The cumshot just puts the icing on the cake (didn't mean to get too graphic there). Make sure your wife understands that a man starts ejaculating BEFORE his orgasm reaches maximum intensity. His pleasure peaks right at about the second or third cum squirt. So for his sake, once you sense he's about to cum, slide your head all the way down, hold it perfectly still (guys really don't like the head pumping thing, but that's a topic of another post), press your tongue firmly against the shaft, and with your head motionless, slide your tongue up and down the shaft and frenulum waiting for the cumshot ... and keep doing that until all the cum is done. Another note - stop as soon as he's done (you can tell by the shaft beginning to soften in your mouth). Guys really don't like having direct stimulation to the penis during the refractory period. One final note, with all due respect, I take exception with your title. It's really not up to you to "allow" her (or forbid her) to do anything. You and she should (and I assume you do) have mutual respect for one another's desires, rendering words like "allow" unnecessary.

I don't know what that means? What is "respectful" watching? Is that watching as if he's at a college lecture? Or at an opera? You were at a horny place with a horny couple doing a horny act in front of a horny guy. What do you expect? Instead of being grossed out by someone's arousal, why don't you have fun with it? The lurkers can be a good source of excitement. They are horny beyond words, and you can have a lot of fun playing with that kind of desperation. Everyone can be a source of fun ... if you're fun. The lurkers are unique. If you're this grossed out (as you implied in your original post) over someone who's not Brad Pitt jerking off, then perhaps a sex club is not your thing.

When I first started in the anonymous gangbang scene, everyone was bareback. Those were the days before HIV. When HIV hit, we all went to condoms … and something huge was lost. Women are evolved to feel a special little (actually not so little) thrill when a penis ejaculates inside her. The vagina has special texture sensors in the lining specifically designed to detect the subtle changes in hardness, bloating, and texture of the head and shaft of the penis in the few seconds before ejaculation (the so-called “point of no return” when the man feels that he is GOING to cum). Condoms remove those sensations. But the thought of a fatal disease overwhelmed our need to feel that. The result was dulled sensations, men losing erections while fucking, and ejaculations that take longer to get there and are weaker for the men. The real culprit wasn’t HIV, but the condom companies. They would give free condoms to “save sex” advocate groups in exchange for hyping the threat. It was soon discovered that the odds of contracting HIV from one episode of unprotected sex is one in 300, and that’s for the female taking an entire ejaculation in the vagina. For the male it’s more like 1 in 500. When you combine these probabilities with the probability of someone at the gangbang being infected (0.5%), the chances of getting HIV are 1 in 60,000. Finally, when the protease inhibitors were discovered, the risk dropped to near zero. Still, my husband and I were concerned. My sexual mainstay is adult theater sex, where I will take upwards of 25-30 vaginal ejaculations and I want them all bare, but not at the risk of dying. We mulled around the numbers. The probability of getting killed in a car accident on the way to the adult theater is 10 times higher. The probability of contracting hepatitis from making out with a stranger at a bar is 100 times higher. Still, we brought 24 condoms with us on each trip to the adult theater, and usually ran out of condoms before the crowd all were satisfied. Just to show you how “dead” the condoms make it, it normally takes about 40 minutes to finish off a crowd of 30 men at an adult theater. With the condoms it took over an hour to do 24 of them … and I couldn’t feel any of the ejaculations – a huge part of my thrill. Our caution ended abruptly in the early 90s at an adult theater called the Barbwire in Toronto. This theater had two rooms separated by a wall with a gloryhole behind the screens. A woman can fuck through the gloryhole while simultaneously blowing someone else in her room, or getting felt up by 20 hands. It was a great venue for hole fucking because you can bend way forward with your butt up against the wall, and the guys in your room will hold you still. That night the first cock to come through the hole was throbbing. That kind of erection so solid that it does a little bounce with each heartbeat. The head was bloated purple, and there was a stream of precum hanging off the tip. I did NOT want to put a condom on this. I looked at my husband and he just nodded. That cock exploded as soon as it went in me, and that huge thrill hit me for the first time in almost 10 years. When the guys in my room saw I took it bareback up the vagina, the room emptied. They were not running away … they were running to the other side of the wall. And that was it. Never slapped another condom on another cock again. Swingers are very vindictive. I have been called “evil”, “stupid”, “foolish”, “slimy”, and a whole bunch of other names I won’t repeat because of my love of bareback. But I’m 52, I’ve been doing bareback at gangbangs and adult theaters since age 17, and I’m still alive, still healthy … and I’m happy. That’s hardly “stupid”.