“Yes, I thought it might. As I've already told you, over the last few months I've become far more open to the idea of cucking you, babe. The more I ...hink of it, the more delicious the idea becomes for me. And to do it openly, and with no say in it from you, makes my pussy tingle.”“Oh, my sweet Jesus!” I moaned. Subspace enveloped me like a warm, buoyant cloud, intensifying every lurid word my wife said. My cock grew in my palm.“And if I do cuck you,” Mandy continued, “I'd expect that you'd help. Please send comments to:[email protected] was doing my typical dateless Saturday routine. Visit the mall,buy some books, and watch the scenery. And scenery there was, because with the temperatures heading for the nineties, every girl in town seemed bent on indecent exposure. I watched as two incredible foxes wiggled past. If their hem-lines went any higher, or their necklines lower, I mused they would be able to get by with buying belts. Then their perfume hit. It began as. ) your belly (my favourite!) and your thighs...and then to the well of pleasure between your legs. I remember dipping in for the first taste of another woman, of you, -of you!- and I remember all too well how you tasted. So sweet, so warm...so right. The taste of you will forever be on my tongue, as I recall how sensual and sweet it is to bury myself within you and lap at you, gently rolling my tongue in you, taking long, slow, sensual licks along your womanhood, sucking softly on your. I said it’s okay and things got normal soon.Then one day I started complementing her and told how her husband is so lucky. I was afraid if she will think that I crossed my limits but that was not the case as the next time we met, she was acting normally. After a few day, during our chats, she asked me if I still got feelings for her, I said YES and asked her if she ever had feelings for me. To my shock, she said yes. I was in heaven. A few days later, she told me how she misses sex. I joked.