He wasn’t to sure so I said that I could start and if he wanted me to, all he had to do was ask me to stop. I pointed out to him that went for an...thing we would do that night or any other time we were together. If ever something made him uncomfortable that he just had to say so and that I would do the same. He agreed to let me start, I knelt on the floor in front of him and wrapped my hand around his now very hard cock and licked just the tip of it. It tasted as. Her vagina convulsed as she came, and she gripped me hard and pulled me to her again as I climaxed, the first blast shooting so hard that it felt like it'd blow a hole through her. “GOD!”, she screamed out as she felt it strike her cervix, and then another and another. Her orgasm was continuing, fueled by my continuing ejaculation, which in turn was fueled by the vaginal contractions of her pleasure. We were somewhere else entirely, a plane of mutual erotic bliss, as we clutched each other. This kind of talk continued for few days and I even I noticed a significant change in her behavior towards me at workplace. We started spending more time together, used to call each other for some work to help out, and used to touch each other on arms, lap and back of each other during talking. One day during a weekend talk with her I was talking to her and we both were getting bored at our places so I suggested that we should go out for a drink in the evening if she is comfy going out with me. As I watched Jeanne kiss him back, my heart broke. They held their kiss for several seconds, and then Jeanne suddenly pushed him away and stepped back. After exchanging a few brief words, Jeanne turned and looked nervously towards the front window. Since it was still broad daylight, I wasn't certain whether or not she could see me. At that moment, I actually didn't care. As far as I was concerned, our marriage had ended with that kiss. Jeanne stared at the front of our house for a moment and.