“Lick me, make me wet” she commanded as she began to grind her pussy into his mouth. He licked and was gasping for air, trying his best to pleas... her. He could feel the heat radiate from her pussy and the wetness of it quickly soaked through her panties onto his face and tongue. He loved the taste and smell of it but was driven crazy by the fact he could not touch her with anything but his tongue.Before he could make her cum, she lifted herself off. As he gasped for air, she peeled off. I wouldn’t exactly say that before embarking on my cuckolding that she was insecure or timid and I certainly wouldn’t say that she was frumpy or had let herself go but there was a complete change in character. Compared to the Jane I was married to a month ago this Jane was a complete transformation. I have often heard it said that a husband can tell when his wife is having an affair when she suddenly takes more care of her appearance and changes her style of underwear. Well Jane had certainly. A cold drizzle had begun to fall and he headed to the Corner Café for a cup of coffee. The hot brew complete with milk and sugar warmed him, but didn’t take away the chill that had penetrated his bones. He left the café just before sunset and walked towards the Crompton building, a high rise where he worked. Even though it was the weekend, he thought he would sit in his office and maybe do a little work just to get his mind off of her. With the drizzle now turning into a steady cold rain,. I stroked her vagina in return a little faster, pressing in gently while humping into her hand. She grabbed me tight and stroked up and down slowly, fully, as I thrust into her hand, moaning her name. She felt me getting a little too close, there was so much juice around my tip she could hardly hold onto it. Then she smiled and straddled me, facing me. I felt her dress brush pass my tip, making it twitch even more. She lowered herself onto me, my tip grazing her incredibly wet vagina, our.