“Do u want to feel a tongue out here?” I asked her as I forced my finger halfway into her ass.“MMffffff,” she replied sucking on my cock.“ja...ant come her and tongue your wife’s sweet ass,” I said.I made Divya rise to her hands and knees and as she bent forward to take my cock into her mouth her ass jutted up into the air. Jayant approached her and knelt behind her. Then he spread his wife’s ass with both hands as he stuck his tongue into his wife’s ass. By the look on her face I could see that. Yet, anyway.The desire for a threesome was there, and with enough time I probably could have made it happen - but to instantly throw the reality of someone else in our bed at her had probably been very shocking to Linda. Not to mention her (completely justified) worry about where I could know someone who would be open to having sex with the both of us. My wife wasn’t an idiot, and had probably gone through all the implications in her head instantly.But now what should I do? I had ruined the. Always make eye contact, she wanted us to be looking each other in the eye the whole time (when it made sense of course)8. To make her feel like a teenager dating again...contact her via phone, email, text, smoke signals, just make her feel wanted.9. To take ownership of her...tell her what to wear, and take charge during sex.She rattled them off like was reading them off a piece of paper. Hilarious. I said that is a great list and was impressed she had put that much thought into it. She said. Passing a family in the hallway, I think I nearly gave the husband a heart attack, and his wife actually covered the eyes of her young son as he stared up at me, and I'm certain nearly saw up my dress. I heard a loud smack after I passed them, and glanced back to see the man rubbing the back of his head, and shaking it side to side ruefully. "She runs a tight ship," I thought to myself. When I got into the elevator, I had looked back over my shoulder in the mirrored surface, and saw that about.