She put her hands in mine and leaned in to take my cock in her mouth. I held her hands out and pulled my cock away from her mouth a little, teasing he... just a bit.“Please…can I have it?”I leaned forward and let her take my cock in her mouth. She swallowed it almost to the hilt again, and sucked on me until I came down her throat again. This time a little seeped out around her lips. Oh well, we were both pretty tired. I let go of her and she wiped her mouth with her hand and cleaned all of it. Problem was that whenever I’d compliment her, she would always reply, “You’re required to say that. You’re my husband.”It seemed praise from others held greater credibility than mine. I couldn’t help but notice her wardrobe was getting bolder with her increased confidence. The changes in her were slight at first— just lots of little things like the little extra sway of her hips or her flirty smiles at strangers.When she finally agreed to ride on my bike, I was ecstatic; it was a dream come. Her other hand’s softly stroking her nicker clad pussy.Eventually easing down her nickers I suggest, “Let’s get on the bed.” She nervously complies. I take my time teasing and caressing her body. She’s a little shy. I kneel up allowing me to fondle a boob while my free hand is busy teasing her clit. It also give me the great opportunity to see her mature curves. I compliment her on her body. My words and actions soon has her chest heaving. Seeing her torso and face flush I suggest things that I. "You'll find this difficult to eat lying down Justin and I should think that you might need it after your exertions of last night."I might have been embarrassed before, but now I felt totally humiliated. All it really needed at the moment was for Mrs. Thompson to give a blow-by-blow description of what happened. "Oh Mrs Thompson... er... I mean Julie, I am sorry if I disturbed..." I began to apologise when I was suddenly interrupted by the good natured and hearty laugh of Vikki."Justin I.