She slowly raised the soaking wet panties to her face and began to wipe her husbands cum off herself. Cindy deliberately ran the silk material all ove... her face mixing her husband’s cum with her juices. When she finished cleaning her face she threw the thong on the ground and looked at Scott and said, “My cunt is dripping wet, I need you to fuck me.” “Well if you want me to fuck you, you need to get my cock hard again, how are you going to do that?” “I’m going to suck your cock until it gets. I will come after dinner, I know where you place is.’ She laughed while saying it. I said her goodbye and went inside while she went inside also. I cooked a quick dinner and checked the refrigerator for wine. With some wine the situation could loosen some more.The doorbell rang and I opened the door. There was Cindy standing. I welcomed her inside and showed her around the living room. She sat down on my couch while I served her a glass of wine. ‘What do you study’, I asked her? Well it’s for. Wow, my husband is taking that dick so deep into his throat, how is he doing that? I’m mesmerized watching him, slurping on that dick, stroking the shaft. It doesn’t take long until the stranger tightens up and moans louder, and I know he is on the verge of cumming. What will hubby do? We’ve talked about this so many times, will he actually swallow his cum? And then I have my answer - the stranger stops moving and is shooting his cum into my husbands mouth. Hubby doesn’t let up at all,. Tom Crawford said ‘ can you ever not complain, or better can you go 20 minutes without complaining. Try it. It will make you a better soldier. You will be a better Strike force Team member and a better man! ‘Uh’ Anderson remarked, ‘ Am not a complainer. Well not about everything, just if it bothers me. And this sand in my underwear bothers me.’ ‘Hey, now that is an improvement. You only complained about sand in your underwear, not everywhere else.’ Said Pvt. Crawford. ‘By the way you can always.