"Like what?" Just wait and see. You'll know it when it happens. It'll really shock you." Will it make a Victorian lady blush, a Greek vestal virgin sh...dder, or a nun say Hail Mary's for a year?" Man, you have an amazing memory," I said, truly impressed."You better remember that," she answered with a giggle.I fluffed the pillow and rolled, smiling at the memory of her. Sleep was determined to shun me. But like a kid on Christmas Eve, I pleaded for sleep to hit me so tomorrow would arrive. Quickly enough, but without rush, my tongue lured him between my lips, and into my mouth. I felt him squirm and tense with anticipation, as he grasped my hair away from my face. The soft pull worked in sync with the rhythm of our bodies. The soft pull got stronger when he tensed harder, the squirming turning to trembling. I savored the hot gush in my mouth briefly before I pushed him further into my throat and let him enjoy the sensation of the contraction called swallowing. I swirled my tongue. I was moaning louder, and started to feel my toes twitching, and knew an orgasm was coming. He started pounding me harder. My body felt electricity like it never has before, and apparently he wasn't done.Chris put a hand around me, and lifted me up so that I was now riding him, with his penis still in me. He was still pounding me hard though, thrusting his body upwards into me repeatedly. I started crying from the intensity, and yelled, "oh myyyyyy god." You like that?" Chris asked.I couldn't. They jiggled and swayed provocatively as she came close and offered her mouth for a kiss. Sam's lips brushed hers briefly. He remembered vividly that those same lips had recently been the cum-slimed receptacle for another man's lust. He headed for the bar to get a drink."Please, dear... let me get it. Scotch?" Yeah... lots of ice." God, she hadn't offered to get him a drink since the first year they were married, seven years ago. She'd been a sweet wife, at first. But she'd become progressively.