The sound of his balls slapping against her pussy almost drove me over the edge. I slid up on the bed so I could be right beside them. She began sucki...g my cock again while I watched from mere inches as his cock kept disappearing in her tight cunt. I could see from his pace that he was about to cum. She was also close to cumming and could not longer keep my cock in her mouth. As she began to orgasm, I watched as he thrusted forward and held his cock deep in my now wife. When he pulled out, I. I began to tremble like a leaf in a gust of wind. It was her. Suppose it wasn't her? Who else could it be? One thousand suchthoughts ran through my mind as I slowly and deliberately made my waytoward the door."Hello? It's me."It was her! I relished the sound of her voice again. It was warm andfriendly. I reached the door after what seemed to be a week and slowlyturned the knob. I took a deep breath and opened it. The moment shesaw me her smile disappeared and she looked startled."I'm. ”“Oh,” Connie said. She lifted the towel and inspected Chrissy's clitoris. “Is it always that big?”I had a good view of Chrissy's clit even though Connie's blouse-covered boobs hung in front of my face. Chrissy raised to look at her clit. “No. Oh my god! Rog, what have you done to me?”I just chuckled. “Let me up Connie, I need to wash Chrissy off my face.” She stepped back. As I stood, she grabbed my arm and turned me toward her. Surprisingly in so many ways, she first licked my cheek and then. There he stood in his pinstriped blue suit. Mike Lawford. All six footsix of him. Broad shoulders and an avid tennis players tan. Even in mythree inch heels he dwarfed me in size."Hi, Rachel," he said."Hi, Mike. Please come in," I said as I tried not to focus on the smallbouquet of flowers he held in his hands."These are for you," he said and extended the flowers to me."They're absolutely gorgeous," I said and took the flowers from him. Idon't know why women never give flowers to men, but I.