She took the sprayer, put it on its hook and increased the temp a few more degrees. I assumed she just wanted to relax her back, so I was floored whe... she slid her arms around my neck, squeezed her big boobs into my chest, kissed me, and said “How would you like a nice blow-job?” All I could do was nod!My wife slid down my body making sure my limp cock squished between her boobs, lingering just a second and moaning a little at the feel. My normally ‘nearly-dead’ dick began to firm up a. He at first began to rub my breasts again then moved his hand down to finger fuck me even as we were still kissing each other wildly.I too followed his lead and move one hand down to hold his hard cock and began to stroke his cock as fast as possible. We were masturbating each other even as our tongues were in each other’s mouth then he pushed me back against the kitchen platform on which I prepare food.He pushed a few utensils away and made me rest against the edge. I knew it was now wild hard. She sat next to me on my couch after a shared dinner, sipping some more wine and listening to an album of folk music.“Can I get close to you and have you put your arm around me?” Her request surprised me but I happily complied. We sat that way for quite a while until the album ended.She sat up and gave me a little kiss, saying, “I’d better go or I might do something I shouldn’t!” When I looked puzzled she added, “I miss my husband.” OK, I got it. It was a compliment that this attractive young. He knelt on her bed directly between her knees. His jeans were tented out a sizeable amount. Her eyes widened as she took in just how big he must be. Youre gonna love this, bitch. I promise. He unzipped his pants and his dick sprung forth. It stood proudly away from his body. Its eight inch length bobbed against his belly as he moved. She was terrified. It was as thick around as her wrist– she would never be able to take that whole thing. He would break her in half. He seemed to sense her fear,.