After so many years of a happy marriage, I knew that in his post-coital state my husband would be emotionally fragile. So I just lay there and listene... while once again he tried to persuade me to at least try sleeping with another man.To a girl brought up in a traditional Catholic household, the idea of sex without love was unthinkable and outside marriage, doubly so. I knew my husband had slept with a few women before he and I had married, but until that remarkable night nearly four years ago. But watching it did keep me excited. That and my friend's hands moving over my cock and body as he had been doing before.After probably fifteen or twenty minutes, he told me to look at the wall to our side. I looked at it for a minute, trying to figure out what he was talking about. Then he pointed to a spot on the wall. As I looked at it, gradually I realized that I could see what looked like light flickering. I thought it was just a reflection of our movie off of something on the wall. I. I was also running my finger over her crack as she started to get wet. I told her to take her shorts and her panties off... which she did.I laid down on the floor facing up.Amy Jo's vagina was on my face and starting to get wet. She started to rub her vagina all over my face... her short brown pubic hairs were brushing my forehead, my nose and my mouth. The more wet Amy got, the more vaginal mucus she would start to smear all over my face. (Photo of Amy's curvy body below)Amy's vagina lips were. Like a little boy I let out a very excited scream... Checking in with Duty Officer, told to go home any alerts will be covered by the oncoming crew. Back home by noon, a dip in the pool and a shower, time check said it was time to get going. I'm sure my choice of dress was fitting for a 20 something in the eighties, shorts, OP shirt and tennis shoes. The day was very warm even for Southern California, I was nervous, excited and what the hell am I doing all in one. I arrived promptly at 4pm, I.