Dried crusty cum outlined her oval as I got nearer.“We had sex for a long time,” she said.I could tell.“Can you taste him?” “Mark came in m... twice,” she said. I didn’t respond verbally, I just muttered. I could feel her pushing outward by her muscles contracting. The taste of cum got stronger.“PUT your tongue inside me, I can hardly feel you,” she commented.I pushed further in as she wanted. It felt good. “Ahhh, that’s better,” my wife said. I continued cleaning her lapping as much as I. “Thanks. I got it when I was in London last month. It's been hiding in my closet waiting for a special occasion.” She’s playing with her earlobe.“And... this is a special occasion?” I ask, somewhat timidly.I shouldn’t be rattled. Those high school years worked to harden me. Trying to figure out who the fuck I was, constantly fighting with what the norm said I should be, but my heart telling me the opposite. I don't regret any of it, or the decisions I’ve made. I hold no shame in who I have. I asked her ‘where do you keep oil?’ She replied ‘in the vanity in the bathroom’ with that I ran naked to the bathroom and got oil and dropped it on her asshole. She felt tingling with oil in her butt crack.I kept the bottle aside and said ‘we can have anal whenever you want… your needs shouldn’t go unsatisfied!’ With that, I pushed my dick inside her asshole as she gave a loud moan. I kept my dick still for a minute to make her comfortable and then in the next push I got it in her. With her. Please don't cry." I said with a calming voice as I leaned up to kiss the side of her bruised face."What happened baby?" I asked her and yes, I said baby to her. I always called her sexy names and she fucking loved it as much as I did.She wiped her eyes and told me that she was on her way home, when one of those green trash trucks, that claim to recycle so much trash, but they don't, ran a red light and broadsided her brand new Jaguar."Wow, it looks like my sexy lady will have more money coming.