This time was no different. Linda's mouth met mine and we kissed deeply, passing my cum back and forth, both of us reluctant to swallow and end the fu.... It was a big load, and it grew with our saliva until eventually it spilled from our mouths and dripped down our bodies, spreading between us in sticky white pools where our chests were pressed together.I suppose Linda swallowed what remained in her mouth after we broke our kiss, but I didn't. I held it on my tongue, savoring the taste, as I. Allthat gradually ended about a year ago now. Olivia started to go cold onme and stopped going to events; finally withdrawing into herself. Wehadn't had sex in ten months now and we were gradually drifting apart; Ididn't know what to do about it. I loved my wife and I would do almostanything to turn our lives around I tried to discuss things with her,but she refused to talk about it - only saying that living with me waslike having a lesbian relationship and she had to think things through.I. The only thing that she did not bother to adjust was the cyclic rate; it was adjustable but getting the machine and her body in synch would have been distracting, and once they were synched they were unlikely to stay that way.We stayed like that, letting the machine do the work, for more than an hour of close pleasured contact. By then I thought I could perform again. I suggested I might replace the machine in her pussy, but she got another of her wicked smiles and said she had another idea. “I. ." I kickedmy soaked shoes from my feet and began unbuttoning my wetshirt, tossing it in the corner on the little chair. Soonfollowed by my dripping jeans and soaked underwear. Ifrowned and slowly opened the drawer, pulling out my dryclothes and setting them on the bed. I headed to the gaslantern and fished a small lighter from my discarded jeanpocket, lighting the lantern I carried it back to theantique nightstand where I sat it down and pulled on my dryunderwear.I bent over the lantern and.