It went on like this for another minute, and then George couldn't take any more. If she sucked, him for another second, he thought, he would surely co...e down her throat, and he wanted to save that, and shoot his first wad of come inside her juicy cunt. It seemed a more important way to climax this extraordinary event, and besides that he couldn't be sure he would have another crack at her and he wasn't going to miss fucking the bitch no matter what. He had to feel his cock slipping into that. We shuffled over to her living room couch with my cock still in her mouth and I started playing with her nipples. After going all the way down my shaft again and giving my balls a nice lick, she arched up and whispered, "My pussy is for my husband, but my ass is for you." I wasn't wasting any time either. I grabbed her by the waist and threw her onto the couch, face first, and then buried my face in her ass. Her asshole tasted like fucking candy and I ate it until it was as wet as my cock. It. I couldn’t be prouder of her. As soon as Beth left, my demeanor changed. I looked at Judy as asked her how her day went. She said it was pretty much a normal day, saying nothing about donating blood or at least attempting too. I looked her right in the eyes and said, ‘Judy, would you say the most important thing in a marriage is trust and honesty?’ She looked at me kind of strange and asked, ‘What’s this about, Jim? Why would you ask me a question like that?’ ‘Just answer the question and I. I pulled back until I was just barely inside of her. I pushed back in. She put an arm around my neck for support, and we quickened pace. I pounded, and she received. Our skin slapped. Her sweat glistened. My mind swam. Her breath shortened, matching the rhythm of our dance. Her hands grasped at my body. Her muscles tightened. And she orgasm. And put me over the edge. I exploded, jetting semen into my mother. But we did not stop moving. She rode it out like a champion. We regained control, and I.