As the lower portion of my wife’s bikini was so small, it didn’t take much effort for me to put one, then two, fingers into my wife’s eager puss.... I fingered her whilst she wanked me, and after a short time we both exploded, me cumming into the sea in a series of spurts, she soaking my fingers in warmth. When we had caught our breath, we tried to reassemble our miniscule clothing as best we could and slowly walked hand in hand back to where our towels lay on the sand. My wife continued to. ” He looked thoughtful.“The girls are great at draining my nutsack, but a guy needs some downtime with his team.”I nodded my understanding, grabbed some bar snacks and called for a bourbon and water. I was way past beer in my mind. I tasted the bourbon. It was moderately confused, as if someone had decided that Lexington was somewhere in Manitoba. Ah well, must needs make do.The guys were great fellows. They weren’t interested in rehashing what happened at Metek’at. They kept their talk to. Time moved on; her life and dreams changed.During her early, married years, she quelled the fantasy for the most part, only allowing her mind to indulge in those relaxed moments during a long, hot soak in the bath. Her fingers, took the place of an imagined dog’s cock, shafting her. Those orgasms, with her fantasy in full flow, were always the better ones and far better than those she sometimes managed with Tom. She had fallen for him after College and gave her body to him after a few months of. I increased the speed. she started enjoying. I fucked her for 25 minutes and she came. I was about to cum. So we shifted to doggy style. Fucked her for 20 more minutes. I was reaching a state where I could not control anymore. I asked her if it is okay to cum in her. She agreed. I spurted load after load after load.We slept until evening. Went out for dinner and then I dropped her to home. I wanted to show that uncle what happened between us. So I fucked her 2 more times in 3 days and then we.