Still, I had plenty of time to take shower and put some makeup on. I wanted to be in best possible condition when I knock on his door. So I was carefu... choosing the perfume and even my lingeries. I was wearing a little tight black blouse with a white chiffon saree. I was wearing thin designer lingeries as my husband prefer those most.Unfortunately, the bus station was packed. It’s mid-February and a lot of people was going to Cox’s Bazar as it was Thursday. I couldn’t manage a ticket after. He undid my garter belt and took off my panties. “How often do you do this?” I ask him, to which he replied "You’re the first one.” Then he took my cock in his mouth and began to flick the tip with his tongue and we he moved down on the shaft I felt myself get close to cumming and said, “That’s better than any woman could suck my cock OH, MY, GOD! OH SHIT!” just then I shot the load of my life in his mouth and I saw him try to swallow it but it was way too much for him to take down and some. I mean if you are in love you actually feel this way looking at your partner (at least I feel this way).I asked her whether she liked it , her reply was just a moan , I felt she was exhausted after the orgasm. I asked her whether she wants to go further today ( though I had a hard on that that and I wanted to fuck or blowjob or handjob at least I still asked her this may be I knew she was mine now)She checked her phone and she had miss calls from her home and she made a worried face and told me. He was glad that the neighbor didn't live too close because she was moaning and screaming her head off the entire time. Once he finished the second time he got dressed and came back home. Before parting he said to me with a wink 'I told you size matters when you know how to use it.'I wasn't at all sure what to say. During the coming week I spoke to my wife several times and she never once mentioned what had happened. Just acted as if everything was normal. I asked her if she wanted to go out.