Then, thank him for filling your ass with his cum." she said. Immediately, I knelt down and took him in my mouth. I licked up from his balls to the ...ip of his dick, then sucked the whole thing in my mouth. "Thank you for fucking me and giving me your man juice in my ass." I said. "Oh my fucking God. I knew you wanted to be a fag, but I had no idea what a little fucking homo you really are." My wife watched me finish cleaning his cock, with a small smile on her face. "Oh, wow. This is. I there. My name is Melissa. This story is about my craziest sex moments so far in my life since I turned eighteen years old. I love to look back at these times and laugh and masturbate about them. So here goes... She looked like hell, and no doubt felt like it too, but that still didn't explain why she was sitting there drinking coffee with nothing on."Susan?" I asked without further elaboration. Just saying her name asked all the questions I had running around inside my head. She looked up at me dejectedly, even blushing a little at her obvious appearance."I know," she said simply in response to that, then adding, "he told me to stay like this," she now said taking a tired sip of her coffee. Normally. I’ve never been good at flirting, so I just smiled. The punch had me feeling pretty relaxed, but not enough to loosen my tongue. It didn’t matter, a second later I was back against the fridge. This time he didn’t just assault my lips. He parted my mouth and teased my tongue with his. I haven’t had many tongues in my mouth, but I could tell his tongue had played in a more than a few. It was so strong and sure. It left me no doubt that he was in control. I felt my clit begin to throb. Good thing.