The sour, earthy second-hand taste of my own vaginal juices made me wince at first, but I persevered, running my tongue up and down the underside of h...s shaft, from his sack to his tip and back, then along the ridge between the smooth end and the thick, undulating shaft.A pocket of my own strong-tasting juices awaited my tongue there too, making me shiver again. How it was that my lover and my husband could get such pleasure out of filling their mouths with such bitter-tasting fluids was beyond. I also had time to think things over as this was a very important decision regarding our marriage. My wife seemed so excited about this opportunity. The big day had arrived as Mark and I discussed what would happen that night. I had told him he was free to do whatever he liked with my wife and that I was going to stay off in the back round. That day seemed to go on forever, but it was finally time to leave work. I had Mark followed me back to the house as my wife of 22 years waited for him. . She handed me two Acetaminophen and another cup of lukewarm broth. I was told no more good stuff until I could get around fine on my own. What the doctor prescribed me to have at home depended on what they thought I might need to ensure I finished recovering without reinjuring my head. For now I would just have to deal with whatever pain I had after the Acetaminophen kicked in. At least she told me that if I kept the broth down, I would get real food in a day or two when they removed my IV.As. . And then I massaged her hip bone and again came to her left thigh and touched her pussy with more confidence and kept it to minimum as I wanted her to wait..Then I came to tummy and intentionally made such circular moments that the napkin slid to the right side and I can now clearly see her pussy.. And then I started massaging her stomach again and moved towards her boobs which were covered with napkin.I slowly touched the bottom of her boobs and repeated it several times.. and then I moved.