The FWB and I attended a Saturday afteroon opening/reception at the Museum of Fine Arts of an exhibition of American photographers. It was a formal affair so I went in a grey pinstripe Jones New York suit with a black shirt and black tie with gold thread design, and FWB went in a red cocktail dress that I'm pretty sure was spray painted on.

I left her talking to a couple people and gota couple glasses of champagne and a plate of hors d'ourves to share. I turned around from the table and almost collided with a black-haired woman in a blue dress. We both tried to apologize, laughed and she then said "Don't I know you from someplace?"

Yes, she did. I realized in our near miss that she was at a private orgy I was recently at, and I deep-throated her while another guy was trying to find her ovaries with his dick. I was pointing out to onlookers how my thick dick distended her esophogus as I pushed in, then I orgasmed and started to pump cum down her throat, then pulled out and finished all over her face, sliding my dick around on it to spread the sticky goodness. She then grasped my still-rigid shaft and licked it up one side and down the other, stroking my balls then tonguing my head. By this time the other guy had pumped his load into her and left on a search for more pussy. She commented on the thick vein that runs down the top of my dick, that always attracts attention, she ran a fingernail along it. That did it, I popped again, my second cumming, which she slurped down like a champ. I wanted to replace the guy seeking her ovaries but got distracted and never did.

Back to the Museum. To be polite I just went "I'm not sure" and she went "I am sure I know you". Oh well, might as well so I went "I find that hard to swallow".

She froze for a second, her hand flying up to her mouth then said "Oh my god it's you, the guy with the huge cock!". At that several people turned and looked and I said "I raise award winning roosters". Believing or not, it disarmed the moment. I smiled at her and said "Guilty".

Just then a man appeared at her side, the spitting image of the actor Andy Garcia. I didn't have an actors name in mind untill the FWB said it later. She pulled him down and whispered in his ear, and he stood up with a smile "My wife tells me she enjoyed your, ah, huge rooster. I didn't get to meet you there but admired your, ah, work. Good men with big roosters are hard to find. Hopefully we will meet up in the future". The FWB walked up then, we traded introductions then parted ways. After they left, she went "Wasn't that the woman you throat-fucked at the Morris's?" which I confirmed. "Too bad we're not fucking here, you could distract her while I banged Andy Garcia guy".

Who knew there could be art after deep throating?