" I waited while she spooned some soup into her mouth."That may be why he cultivated his affair with your wife. He needed tofeel in control of some ...art of their relationship. It was certainlywhy he treated you as he did. As long as he was brutalizing you, heknew he was still a man." That doesn't excuse..." I'm not asking you to excuse anything," she interrupted., "but youneed to understand that things will be different when you return. Heprobably won't even remember your old antagonism.". Alia moved into my arms when I rolled towards her, pulling the quilt over her. We kissed slowly, seductively. I found the clasp of her bra and unhooked it. Rolling onto her back, Alia removed it. I leaned over her. Her breasts were full but not overly large. The areolae were almost black, her nipples large, firm, succulent. Bending, I took one into my mouth and sucked, tasting a trace of saltiness and the texture of a dimpled areola. Cupping a breast, I felt the heft of motherhood, yet still. "Please don't do that, please! I'll do anything you say; whatever youwant me to do. Please!" "Anything?" Anything!" "All right, then. Get undressed." Whew, I thought. She just wants to getfucked. And my panic subsided as my cock rose. She was wearing a blackpeignoir over a black brassiere with her nipples peaking through roundholes in the push up bra, and black satin panties. Black silk stockingswere supported by six black garters and she was wearing black mules. Iundressed as quickly as I. She releases a long shuddering moan, and orgasms, writhing between us, needing me to support her weight as her legs tremble.As I lower her to her knees, you suck her nipples.“Now,” she asks, “can I have cock in my mouth?”“Oh, yes.” I caress her upturned face, and slide my fingers along your shoulder. “You both can…”You look at each other, she smiles, you lick your lips, stroking yourself, “Who’s first?”, you ask.“I want to guess whose mouth is round my cock, “ I tell you both, and close my.