"You used to please me so much." Shedrained her glass. "Did I?" I whispered it. Not able to ignore it. Craving and yetfearful of her answer and where ...t would lead. "Oh yes. You were a good little girl then. You did as you were toldimpeccably." She came and sat on the edge of my chair, her fingers stroked my hair, gentlypulling my head back until it lay along the back my throat upturned, exposed,vulnerable. Her fingers playing over my cheeks and mouth. My breathing raggedagain. I felt my. I shoved my hips forward until I bottomed out. I felt the head of my cock right at her cervical entrance and rope after rope of my seed injected into her. I could not remember so much seed ever ejaculating out of my balls. “YES!” hissed Tiffany as a smaller orgasm washed over her.Momentarily I stood there while her pussy milked whatever semen it could from me. Eventually I fell backwards in exhaustion. As soon as my penis popped out of Tiffany my wife was on her knees before me. She immediately. It was so tempting to masturbate while in the shower, but I held off, only bringing myself to the edge. I ate a good breakfast and then started writing. I couldn’t seem to keep my hands off my pussy. 10 turned to 11 and then noon as I wrote, squirming in anticipation, nude on my bed. Finally my cell rang and it was her. She told me that she was almost there and I should cuff myself again, only this time without the lock. Minutes later she came home and entered my room with a duffel bag. She ran. Of course, this meant that my erection was now squashed between us, twitching and demanding attention! A moment later, she moved slightly allowing me to position myself between her legs but common sense ruled, for once, and I looked around for my trousers intending to extract a condom. Somehow, she guessed, pressed a finger to my lips and reached into the nearby table drawer, pulling out a foil wrapper.I rolled over onto my back, worries surfacing as I've never been very expert at donning them..