I then got between her legs and ate that pussy of hers like there was no tomorrow. While I was busy eating her out she asked me if I would eat her out...if another mans sperm was inside her. The idea of me eating another mans come out of her pussy made me wild and I got on top of her and fucked her good and hard. After that she took her cell phone and started to text this guy from work, arranging a date with him to fuck her. The date was set for the next night at 11 o’clock. Before she went on. I had no intention of using it, but the action could be and was so easily misinterpreted. With her face screwed up in disgust she bent her face to the table and took a few tentative licks while desperately holding her hair back with both hands. I helped her by pointing to different splashes to make sure she got them all. When she had finally finished to my satisfaction she knelt back upright and looked at me sorrowfully.“There, that wasn’t too bad was it? Now come and sit on my lap and give me. He wouldn’t last long, she knew. Not with this tremendous need, this desperation to give her every inch. Tomorrow she’d walk like a newlywed again. If she could walk at all, she thought, shuddering violently. Tom exploded in orgasm.“Oh, Tom... !” She went rigid in climax, wrapped him tightly enough to make him choke. She dug her nails into his back and fought not to rake him with them like claws. It was her most intense orgasm in months, maybe a year, maybe even more. She gasped, sucking air to. “Well, I’m going to give you something good to watch, if your buddies are up for it.”**Rick and Bruce arrived shortly after we finished dinner. Sherry had retired to her room to prepare for the fashion show she’d promised. We took our seats in the den and I explained our change of plans.“Sherry doesn’t actually have a date, so she will be spending the evening with us,” I told them.“Oh. I guess that means no dope,” Rick complained.“Not so,” I replied, “It seems Sherry has grown up a lot this.