Her juices were really flowing now. All of a sudden I notice her movements to be different and slightly more back and forth. Then I felt something els... forcing its way into my mouth ? It was then that I realized that someone cock was between my wife's legs and poking into my mouth. Then her juices ran like a river, all over my face and soaking my T shirt, all the while the cock was moving deeper in my mouth and believe me it was BIG! A moment or two later my wife exploded in pleasure cumming. The ingredients were not readily available on the supermarket shelves for one thing and even less people had the time or imagination to produces the haute cuisine.Still not quite comfortable, Gwen reached around her back and unclasped her bra, pulling it off to lie on top of her skirt and blouse. She eased her breasts, pushing them up and together to overcome the confining pinch the under wired garment imposed on them. She encouraged blood flow with a soothing massage that stimulated her skin.. "Gentlemen, meet my lover for the evening. Joe is Nigerian. He is a student at our university and works as a gigolo to pay his tuition. As he is paid to fuck me, he will take requests. If you would like him to do something in particular to me, please ask. He will try and oblige. Now, Jim, I think we're set. Could you arrange things for me please?"Silently, the man nodded and retreated into the shadows. He emerged a minute later, hoisting a huge wooden device under his arm. He carried it. But over these weeks of having a lot of sex and writing stories about it, we’ve really come along way (couldn’t resist the pun). Every time we have sex it’s a little different, a little saucier, and a little sexier: sometimes because it’s naughtier, sometimes because it’s gentler, and always because it’s starting to feel completely unscripted. By writing these sex stories, I figure out what I like, what I want more of, what rocks my housewifely world. And the Caveman seems to really be getting.