As I ran my tongue up and down her opening, I hoped that my inexperience wasn't too obvious. I felt my own wetness trickle down my thighs as I swirled...my tongue around her swollen clit, tasting her. She whimpered, trembling beneath my hands, and her salty sweet fluids filled my mouth as I brought her over the edge again and again. "Enough," she murmured weakly after awhile.My knees were red and sore, and my tongue felt as though the skin beneath it had been broken, but I forgot all about any. Then he yanked his tongue out of her tiny opening and used it to whip her stiff clit."Ohhhh, yeah, that's fantastic!" Dee cried, tossing her head from side to side, still gazing at Kim's cock-stuffed mouth.With both hands, Dee spread her pussylips wide apart so the pussy-licking dog could find her clit more easily."Oh, God, Randy!" Dee squealed, squirming with delight as she felt the rough surface of the flopping dog-tongue scraping across her exposed clit again and again.Then, the Great Dane. She let me know that she would remain my legal wife, but she was moving to the spare bedroom, and that she would be free to date other men. I had no choice but to accept. I had to get used to seeing my wife going out a night with other men. I had to get used to guys coming over and spending the night with my wife, hearing them make love in the next bedroom. I'd get so horny, I'd jerk off until my dick was sore. Eventually our relationship evolved from one of husband and wife to roommates. I. When your husband tells you point blank that you aren’t enough for him and he needs to have flings, well, let’s just say that it was a breaking point. Sitting through the game with Clint had done a number on Katherine physically and emotionally, but she was trying to ignore that fact. No doubt about it, she wanted Clint. Common sense told her to run, hard and fast away from the temptation that was wrapped up in one package, namely Clinton Davis. They had left the game and gone to the pizza.