The man had taken position sitting on the couch and my wife was now bouncing up and down, driving his cock from the swollen fat head down the long, th...ck shaft. She was burying it deep inside her pussy. She would pull herself to the tip and then every time she slammed herself back down to the balls she would grind back and forth, making sure her pussy accepted every inch of his mass. A pair of long, smooth legs stepped directly in front of me and blocked my view. I could no longer see anything. The contractions of her cunt squeezed her already tight hole even more, grabbing onto my cock. That finished me off, and I shot my own load into the condom that protected us. Sandra continued to writhe as feelings of pleasure from her second orgasm of the night coursed through her body. Her gyrations worked her pussy muscles, and she continued to milk the cum out of my still hard rod. Eventually, I collapsed onto the couch beside her, pulling my cock out of her. She gasped again, and buried her. We had another swig of beer and lite a fag which we shared. " Can I suck you like you did to me" I asked. "Ofcourse you can. Never ask such a stupid question from me. My choot is meant for fucking. It is the same I told the grocery boy who brought grocery to the house" She said. With that she raised her legs and bent her knees and spread them.She then further split her cunt with her fingers. I went down. It was my first look at a cunt and it was so beautiful and glistening. I started to lick it. There was total silence, total stillness in the room. All I could feel was my pulse thudding away. I lay wondering, would it be my breasts again, or will they start with my pussy. My pussy was so wet. I felt my juices leaking from my warm crevice.A hand stroked my hair. Slowly fingers combed my long hair. I imagined it being fanned out against the crisp white pillow.It was so relaxing, so calming. I felt my breathing slow; my heart rate drop. I remembered our mother doing this to us as young.