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But that could not be. We had each only ever been with eachother. As I've said, our lovemaking had always been commonplace, ordinaryand vanilla. We were each virgins before marriage. What we were engaged innow was anything but ordinary. My wife had me mesmerized.Still on my knees, kneeling close to her hairy, wet snatch, I looked up atDebbie, wondering what would happen next. I had completely abandoned anythoughts that I might request that she perform anything upon me. It was asthough I was her servant and she my mistress. She silently gazed into myeyes for what seemed like eternity."Did you like the way it tasted honey?" she quizzed me. "Did you liketasting our cum?" I timidly nodded as she gazed down at me. "Taste somemore then," she ordered. She watched me as I obtained more precum from mydick and licked it off of my fingers.Finally she spoke. "Would you like to cum inside of me Lee?"I nodded again, still wondering what had gotten into my wife."I bet you do. And do you know. They sat together on the sofa Anne's arm round her as 'Spike' rested her head on her shoulder, eventually the sobs subsided but the head remained on the shoulder before lifting to give Anne a kiss. The quick peck on the lips was followed by a longer deeper kiss, Anne supposed she could have pulled back and left but 'Spike' had always been a bit of a favorite while the worked in the same office, plus she wasn't adverse to contact with women. Anne had gone to an all girls school in England and had a 'special' friendship with a class mate that went on even after she married me.As 'Spike continued to kiss her she also started stroking her breast, at the time outside her blouse though when Anne didn't resist and started returning her kisses 'Spike' started undoing the buttons on her blouse. From what Anne later told me 'Spike' was pushing all the right buttons to arouse her and before she knew it her blouse was open to the waste and her front opening bra was undone, it was at this time.
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