She tugged his gown open to leave his grasped penis standing firm as she wanked him up and down before, with a voracious growl, she dropped her lips o...er his purple head and sucked him down whole that made his toes curl and wriggle in the wind.After a good five minutes of giving her husband the best blowjob she could possibly give him, she raised her head. "Know something, honey," she breathed as she diddled his knob end, "I'm going to fuck you so hard you'll think it's Christmas." She frowned. "Masturbating," I replied bluntly, "What about you?" After a few seconds, she replied, "So am I." I waited a bit, then asked," Did this happen again after that night?" "Yes," she replied. "Tell me," I said. She took a deep breath and told me of one evening after she picked me up at hoem for a weekend stay. She said she decided to keep her office clothes on as she prepared dinner for us, and that I was sitting in the kitchen keeping her company. She daid, "I was wearing a light summer dress with. She was wearing a white blouse with the sleeves rolled up to the elbows and a burgandy tie with thin diagonal silver grey stripes on it, the blouse had the top three buttons undone showing her white lace bra, a short black pleated skirt that just covered her ass and black fishnet stockings. The skirt was short enough that you could see a good 4" of creamy naked thigh above the stocking tops and the straps from her suspender belt adding yet more to arouse me, not that i needed anything else, not. Besides, one of the reasons my husband just married me is that I didn’t like sex for a while back then. I guess you want an explanation for that strange statement.I’m twenty-two now. To tell you what happened I need to go back to when I was, oh, I don’t know, I guess fourteen to explain. I was already well into puberty by then of course. I suppose I had the same insecurities, curiosities, hopes and fears as most girls my age. I was raised in a strict Catholic home where sex was a four letter.