I thought you were thinking something else.”“I WAS,” she laughed. “You know what they say about Catholic girls!”“Perhaps,” I grinned.“...re YOU doing anything tonight?” she asked.“I don’t have any plans,” I said. “Why?”“My parents are out of town for the weekend ... you could come over and ask me that question again.”“And your boyfriend?”“Yeah, well, there is that little problem.”“Then perhaps it’s not the best idea.”“You’re right, of course. What was I thinking?”“The same thing EVERY college kid. My voice is no longer mine, derailed by the thrill of humiliation and arousal, I ask her, "Do you like his tongue in your arse?" God, do I ever?" But her reply is more than an answer; it is a confession of the lack in our marriage.He turns her bodily on the duvet, shifts her like cargo, consumables, sacked produce, stretches her out and parts her legs, and then lets his tongue set about her clit. His hands stretch for her breasts, forearms and wrists resting on her ribs as fingers and thumbs. "To my surprise, Amy said, "Let me think about it."Just Amy thinking about it, made my cock hard. I didn't get my hopes up, but at least she was letting me have my fantasy for a little while.Two more days later, Amy said, "Okay, I will go, but as soon as I want to leave, we leave, no questions."I said, "Absolutely, it's your call. I think you will enjoy yourself, and I know I will."The following week went by like it was a month, but finally Saturday rolled around.Amy asked me "What should I. She pretended she was my daddy and tongue kissed me. I started getting those hot feelings again. She moved down and sucked my titties so hot. She kept going down and parted my legs wide. She did to me what he did to her. I felt her tongue going up and down my already wet slit. It was awesome as she licked and rubbed my clit. Her tongue was warm and wet as she now put her fingers inside my pussy. My hips started moving with her fingers. I felt almost dizzy with excitement and sexy pleasure.She.