Mary smiled. Then she wrapped her hand around my half-erect cock. It quickly grew to its full stature as she pumped her fist up and down. I ripped bac... the sheet. Mary bent over me and took the head of my cock into her mouth. She continued pumping her fist up and down my hard on and when I finally squeezed out a drop of pre cum, she used the tip of her tongue to lick it away. Then she released her grip on my cock, shifted position and straddled me. She sat on my abdomen, and my cock tucked. She was gentle and sweet. No desperate sucking and plunging to bring an early conclusion to our ecstasy, but the most loving, delicate oral caresses. And now I could feel a tension rising in her – a slow contraction of muscles, then quickening, faster and faster as her body twisted. I felt that vital pulse of her vibrate and orgasm between my lips, while her hot tide washed over me. Her body drooped and I took myself from under her. Whilst still kneeling and emitting uncontrollable, sensual. I was flustered, but managed to keep my cool. I asked her what she meant, and she responded by asking if I liked Paris. I told her that I did indeed, that I had been living there for many years and found it to be a large enough city to be entertained, and yet did not suffer from much crime. That answer seemed to satisfy her; at least superficially, because I was sure she didn’t understand half of what I was saying. She flicked her ponytail a couple of times as I spoke, perhaps from boredom, but. He told me I wasn't the sort of wife he'd been expecting. He was right. The house was a mess. You were a mess."It wasn't an epiphany, or anything, I just decided to admit to myself that I'd made a mistake. Back then, of course, getting married was ... Well, people got divorced, but it was still frowned upon a little. And I didn't want to have to admit that I'd made a mistake in public. So I went for sympathy with Richard, and we found it in the bottom of a bottle of Southern Comfort." Oh,.