’ ‘What about Tommy? Don’t you think you need to talk to him too? Explain yourself, just the way you did tonight?’ ‘Yes … of course. I don...��t want him to think I don’t love him. I do. I love you too, Stan. Don’t ever think I don’t, despite the way I behaved. I know it’s too late, but at least take that with you.’ Now there were some tears. Now, for the first time, I sensed my wife had true remorse for her actions. She had accepted that she and I would never reunite. She could only hope to. It wasn't domination, she was just asking, and her orgasm was starting to crash down upon her, and I felt a deep desire to give her what she wanted. So I stuck my tongue inside her butthole, wetting her as it opened and then suckling the outside when a contraction closed it tight. The area was clean from her shower, but I had the taste of Akira's shit in my mouth when I caught her open anus with my tongue, very salty and bitter. I didn't care. It felt wildly intimate to taste her inner body and. I rolled off her and started playing her clitoris with my fingers which was so wet, my fingers slid back and forwards with such ease, it was no surprise that she was soon moaning as her climax started to approach. 'Faster! faster!' she cried as she arched her back. I moved my hand as quickly as I could over her clit but she was writhing around so much it was hard to keep in touch with her, so I then held her down with my other hand in an attempt to stop her moving, but to no avail as this. This went on for about 15-20 mins. And by the end of it, both of us were completely out of breath.This, however, did not stop us. We continued kissing each other, this time, even more fiercely. We started ripping off each other’s clothes; we were barely wearing any. And soon popped out her 36B cup boobs – fair with brown and pointed nipples. I did not waste a second to let them be. While kissing her, I let my fingers do the job of running across the curve of her boobs, tracing her outline. As I.