"Give it to me, Honey. Come in me. Put those baby makers where they belong. My pussy is hungry for your come. Do it."All I heard really was "baby make...s where they belong" and my balls just let loose and out the end of my cock came splash after splash of little swimmers as we practiced putting them into their ultimate location."Oh yes Bobby, give them to me. Ughh Awwhh Fuucccckkkkkk." She was milking me like an automatic milking machine she was coming so hard.I don't know if I've mentioned it. Pink lacey boy shorts. I then started to experiment to see if she was for real so I just started moving a little bit to the music, some late night dance mix on a pop station and started with my shoes and socks, very subtle and sexily. And she seemed to like it as she sat back against the head board on the bed and spread her legs cocking an eyebrow up at me. I got more excited and hard as she did this, and I then removed my shirt over my head and threw the shirt at her face. And to think I was. "You don't have a boyfriend, do you?"She blushed and endeared herself to me even further."No, why?" I'd like to be yours." Why do you say that?" Because, I'm rapidly getting really crazy for you."She laughed. "You don't know me." I do. We've done our share of talking when we're not talking about your writing assignments. I know what movies you like and what you like to eat and even what veggies you hate."She laughed again. "I'm such a blabbermouth!" Hardly, You know me too. And you're tolerant. It was another of those deep moments when I realized just how far our marriage had changed these last two months. All semblance of a conventional marriage blown right away by the events since that fate-filled dinner party. I recalled how just a few weeks ago Sue had told me she wanted to try new and different sexual experiences. But was a lesbian love romp with a girl less than half her age really one of the things she had in mind?As I contemplated just how far our marriage had changed, my.