I told neither my Cobra nickname.Squirt was hubby’s penis, tagged when I first stroked him during our engagement and jumped back in awe as he spewed...out. Edward's needed its own logo.So, I replied, “Sweetie, what’d you name your penis?”“What makes you think he’s got a name?”“Just a guess.”“Well, you’re right. Had to name him, cause he’s always telling me what to do. Did you see the Disney movie, Lady and the Tramp?”“Movie, I thought it was a cartoon?”“Yeah, it was but also a movie. You like. And what was my outfit for today. Great a white wrap skirt (are theredifferent names for different whites. I know cream but do they delineatewhites, fuck) and a fluffy lime blouse with short puffy sleeves.No stockings (great news) and a pair of, no way, white three inch opentoed sandals with matching lime piping. For a moment I laughed thinkingmaybe I should have my nails and lips in lime. What a fashion statementthat would be.After breakfast I came into the living room. There was a new full. ‘You’re hot’, he whispered thickly, ‘That’s because I like to make love, not just fuck’, I answered as his hand went between my legs and massaged my knickers. ‘You guys starting’, asked my husband, but initially I ignored him, before telling him, well both of them, he could film us, but he must not on any account say anything to interrupt our rhythm or get in the way, ‘This is our fuck so stay to fuck out of it’. That seemed to please the stranger as he saw my husband cower from my verbal. My finger redirects itself to my clit and I begin to massage it gently, they get trapped with each clash of our sweat and cum drenched bodies but this just excites me more. He pulls out and moves down the bed to bury his face in my dripping cunt, holding my legs apart with his arms and one hand spreading my lips, he devours my clit, sucking it like a small cock, occasionally tongue fucking me. I show my gratitude by dribbling my cum down his chin.The feeling of his face in my crotch makes me.