I take him to a small shop up one of the side streets. It looks like any of the other standard underwear shops and we go in. I smile at the assistance...and she says ‘hello again – is there anything I can help you with?’. I say I’m fine, I know where I am going and what I am looking for. I lead my boy down the stairs and both his eyes and cock pop out with the excitement. Around us is a den of wall to wall bras, stockings, knickers (French, g-strings, crotchless, lacy, latex), corsets, babydolls. "On your knees" she ordere.I fell to my knees and wondered what she had planned for me."Do you like my boots?", I looked at her new black patent boots and felt a tingle in my penis, "yes I do they look great" I replied."Good get down and show me how much you like them" she ordered.I bent forward and started to kiss her boots, working my way from the toe and up the inside of her leg the the top of the boot."Don't forget the heel" she said.I licked at the stiletto heel working my tongue up into. With his hands on my hips, he rammed his hard aching cock into my slick love tunnel over and over again. All I could hear was the slap, slap, slap of his thighs against mine. I reached back with my hand, underneath, and started cupping and fondling his balls. He leaned forward, biting my back and my neck, as his cock started shooting hot, thick ropes of cum straight up into my cervix, triggering another massive orgasm in me, shoving his cock all the way into me with each spurt, until finally,. He could always able to satisfy me. I loved his cock too. It wasn't that huge like Mike's monster, but with his size of more than 8 inches, he still gave me a lot of pleasure. The relationship between the two of us somehow became deeper and it's true that sometimes it would be nice to suck or ride that huge anaconda, but my life was still perfect. I wrote it off as a wild one-night stand, a bit of debauchery, after which I returned to my beloved husband as a devoted and faithful wife. That.