Yes I'm curious and I would like to know." Okay Carolyn, let's go find out."Our first attempt at finding out what it was that caused my hard on took p...ace without my knowing. On Wednesday Carolyn stopped after work with three of her girl friends. They got hit on and after several drinks they danced with some guys and then Carolyn let herself be separated from the group. The guy took her to a dark booth in the back of the bar and he tried to hustle her between dances. When she got home she told. She got a couple big globs of spunk on it. "Come to me on your knees and kiss my cock now, but don't eat the cum!" I obliged my wife. In 15 minutes I had been reduced from the man of the house to sissy on his knees kissing a dick. I hadn't been this hard with my wife in , well, probably never before, and I had already cum once. She then made me spread the cum all over the dick with my hand. She then turned me around, pulled my panties to the side and stuffed my ass for the first time. I. Lydia was a tall woman, maybe six feet, but she was as thin as a rail. It seemed strange to watch her big breasts swing back and forth on her lithe body as she rubbed small circles over the top of her pussy and played with her nipples. It was just past 10 in the evening when she turned on the shower and opened the window to let out the steam. I was outside standing on an old milk crate, stroking my cock and peeking in at her, watching her finger herself, trying to cum. When it finally happened. Finally, she gave into her desire and allowed her hand to circle the shaft. She squeezed it gently, the head peeping out of her fist. What a strange thing boys have!His voice was soft, as if with wonder. “You like my cock, don’t you?”Strangely, she did. “Yes,” she whispered. “I like your...cock.”“Good. You’d like to...kiss it, wouldn’t you?’Kiss it! Oh no. Kiss his, his thing? If she hadn’t been a slut before, that would certainly do it. Still, what choice did she have, and besides.