His scent now filled my every breath and it was pure sexuality. I could smell the scent of his cum, as it mixed with the heady aroma of his sweat. I...could imagine his foreskin, pulling back from the bulbous head that poked so rudely at me. But there was also the scent of raw power and lust and of a man that brought out the deepest passion of primordial desire from deep within me.He pulled me up by my hair and I straightened before him with a pout on my face to look into his eyes. They were. She was going to reveal my secret fetish, my naughty craving. “Please don’t” I begged in my mind, and pleaded with my eyes. “He doesn’t always like it when I swallow”.Her friend looked at me, then back at my wife: “is he always asking for a facial like this one here”, pointing at her husband.“Not quite, no” my wife replied. “He doesn’t want me to swallow. He wants it for himself.” “Really?” her friend replied. She didn’t seem grossed out, more intrigued, impressed, even. “My husband doesn’t. While walking she just turned to see how she looks from back while walking. God she was seeing her juggling ass and she herself felt tempted. She went to bathroom and took bath nicely. Came back with only towel to the bedroom. She saw lots of droplets on her shoulder and hairs. She took out the towel and threw on bed. Few droplets started flowing from neck toward her boobs. Those droplets slowly flew on her nipple and was on the tip. Once it reached her nipple tip it started shining. It looked. We held our kiss longer this time. After awhile we finally released our kiss. I then felt her hand rub my pants where my dick was. She put my hand on her right boob, indicating that she wanted me to play with it. Startled, I pulled my hand back. "I'm sorry, did I come on too strong?" she asked worriedly. "Just a bit," I replied. "I'm sorry, I guess I better go then," she said sadly as she headed for the door. I then realized how bad I wanted her, I loved how her size D breast felt in my hand,.