I shouldn’t have wanted it because –‘ ‘Ah!’ cried Laura. ‘Wait, hear me out. I shouldn’t have wanted it because I could never have imagi...ed what it would really be like. I never dreamt anyone could be as happy and fulfilled as I’ve become these last few weeks. And if I’d known that, if I’d really understood what it could do for me, then yes, of course I’d have wanted it. Anyone would.’ ‘Not me,’ said Laura in horror. ‘You’ve given up self-respect, free will, everything that matters, everything. God it felt wonderful. He was so damn hard. I put his cock completely down my throat, so I could actually lick his balls. I got into a wonderful rhythm, fucking his cock with my mouth. I purred as I felt him swell inside my throat. I knew he was going to cum.I rapidly increased my deep throating, fucking his cock with my mouth and starting to gag on it. I had to taste his cum. I had to have his cum deep in my throat. I wanted him to fill my mouth up and swallow the sweet taste of his sperm.. This was a ritual we had practiced thousands, maybe millions, of times over the course of twenty-four years of marriage. I had to face the door. This was a leftover nervous 'tic', if you will, from a tour of duty in Vietnam. After all this time we still maintained our rituals. I think we both noticed it based on the little curious half smile that I saw cross Gretchen's pretty face.We sat silently for a long minute and my mind went back, despite my best efforts, to the last time I saw this. While hitting her husband with a barrage of F words, the elusive and vulgar Aunt Marion slipped from his grasp and headed right out of the room in a real hurry. A few seconds later, they all heard a door slam shut and figured he’d follow, but he didn’t. The drunk just stood there with his dick out looking just like the fool he was.At that point, Vic figured the night was over, but Eddie knew different. “C’mon!” he told him and Vic followed him along the house until they were both squatted.