I loved the taste of my pussy and his cock. I was lost in my own world of pure ecstasy having orgasm after orgasm but to me it almost felt like...one long powerful one. I loved this man for using me and being so loving about the way he went about things. I didn't even notice until last minute that the man that was fucking my pussy was about to cum and I had another orgasm when I felt his hot cum spurting against the walls of my cunt. The man was replaced once more by another but this. Frankly, I was a hypocrite to mention it, but so was he. I mean, I am jealous, but I can’t judge that too much, since I’ve cheated on him, too. It just makes me feel as if I’m not worthy to be his wife to have him call me those things!“Oh, I am furious right now! He hurt me badly, very, very badly! Cheating I can understand, you know. Cheating is normal! Half of all couples have at least one cheater! But marrying with no plan to stay together? What the fuck is the point if you’re going in. I won't forget!" Yes, but it's not you I'm worried about, is it. It's me!" They laughed together and then went off to pack a bag.James packed quickly, then as a last moment inspiration, slipped his hand under his pillow and packed the nylon pantyhose Valerie had slipped into his hand the night before."She seems to like the feel of them" he thought, "And so do I, so..."Valerie had already thought her packing through carefully. The sheer lemon colored panties and matching bra, cream-colored. I started with her on her back, then switched her her laying on her front. For the big finish she sat on my face, fingered her clit and giggled to another climax as my tongue stretched deep.When we were done we always followed with a deep and loving kiss, with whispered endearments sprinkled in. It was the same way we ended our first blow job and every one since; we did oral pleasure, which is by nature one-sided, as gifts of love to pleasure the other. (We can’t do 69 to climax, we each get.