As time went on I learned that she didn't do things like that, grabbing me like that I mean. Usually, she waited to be stimulated and then played upon...like an instrument. Whatever, I had never had sex like this in my entire life.Perhaps I should fill in the missing parts someone out there might have a real need to know what happened. For those of you who don't care, go fetch a box of tissues, you're gonna need 'em.It hadn't been much of a phone conversation really. I apologized for my conduct. She said that relationships were made of more than just sex. I believed her until one day, two years later, I came home one afternoon from work with a cold and found her in our marriage bed with the mail man. I can still remember walking in on them, her, with her little feet pointing toward the ceiling and him grunting like a pig, thrusting that huge dick of his into my wife's pussy like his life depended on it. Even though I was willing to forgive my wife for straying, she said that she. I’m over nine inches, you know.’ She groaned and another fraction slipped in. ‘Do you think you can deep throat every inch?’ She nodded and groaned. I pulled her trigger, as she gulped down more pre cum and felt her throat continue to oh so slowly work on the tip. ‘What your throat is doing to my cock head right now is how I want you to continue until I’m completely inside you. Your love for my cock will out weigh any obstacle. You will not choke or gag. Very slowly you will nurse my cock to. I only gave a few extra swats at this point before I gently started rubbing her rear. After a few minutes of this attention, she was softly crying. I picked her up bridal style and set us both in my recliner to hold her and softly rocked her. Her warm ass pressed against the hard-on I had was supremely distracting as I rocked her and waited for her to come back to me.After a few minutes of rocking and hair stroking, I heard her murmur, "Thank you, sir." Do you want to talk about it, kitten?".