“Oh, yeah, baby! Suck those lips. Tongue my clit! Stick that long tongue deep in there. Oh, yes! So good! Doncha love tasting where so many cocks have been? Where so much sperm has been dumped? Doesn’t that make it special?”

He got so hard when I talked like that. His five-inch dick was just drooling as I gave it quick sucks in our 69ing. When I sensed he was gonna shoot I’d cup my tits together around it and he’d splash my belly button. He was so grateful for the release.

I enjoyed the small climaxes he gave me but they were unnecessary. An eight-incher had reamed and plundered my crotch after lunch as part of client-satisfaction protocol, ie, to make a big sale. My dinner partner carried a thick seven-incher which had deep-fucked me to several good ones too. But they were not there to give me a little pre-sleep relaxation. That’s what my husband was for and he knew it.