Spurt after spurt of come filled her mouth and she never complained. She wanted this as much as I did. At last it was over, and it was quiet. I looked...down into her eyes as she looked up at me. She smiled. Actually, I had not really seen that smile in so long I had forgotten how beautiful she really was. I lay down on the bed and she cuddled into my side as I put an arm around her. This was good. I had not forgotten all the men she had been screwing, but this was good. I'm not a vindictive man.. I fell over her and with my hand located her clit and started masturbating her clit as I rammed into her with fresh power, knowing that she was beginning to like this depraved ass fucking, and the feeling of being impaled on my long staff like a sacrificial piece of choice animal flesh. “Oooohh, yessss,” she moaned as I slammed harder up into her belly, pushing her forward and down until her breasts were smashed flat against the back cushions of the couch as I continued masturbating her. This time was more blatant and while no words were exchanged this time either, I did get a definite "look" from her acknowledging that it was intentional. We stopped to share a cigarette before entering the mall (frankly, I needed one after her trying on the boots!) and got more than a few looks from passersby - two smartly dressed people outside a dept store mid-morning must not be a common sight. I kept stealing glances at her shoes and almost considered bagging the boots idea and just going. Dealt with it. It was just some days that were hard. But she would only be here another three weeks. Then the house would be on the market, Vi would be shooting her new season, and I’d be back at work somewhere on the other side of the world.I groaned through the final three reps on the pulldown machine. Slipping my thighs from underneath the pads, I let the weight stack ride my body upwards after the last rep, slamming the plates closed with a ringing clang. Rising on quivering legs, I walked.