M she came and entered her room, then she told me: “darling, do you want something to eat? Tell me and let me prepare it.” I told no need for some...hing special. She cooked a soup. We were having dinner together, as she came to the table she touched her panties through her dresses, made the sound of it and said “good appetite, handsome guy.” I was still not sure she consented (I was just 13) and did nothing even though I was happy to think she agreed. After I finished my meal she offered me to. He told her his wife doesn’t like to fuck much anymore so he hasn’t had much sex recently. She told him how she had recently fucked this Canadian guy in Goa. His cock was hard and fairly big but he could go one for a long time. He fucked her all nite till she could not stand. He asked her the inevitable question if her husband was OK with her doing this. She said “my hubby is fine as long as I tell him in detail how I got fucked, then he fucks me hard.”This was all the encouragement the guy. But in the short term it basically blowed. The moving left her out of sorts with friends, her environment, and her identity. Shortly before marrying me she had been a popular college student and standout tennis player; now she was "just" a housewife in a new apartment. And then another apartment. And another. It got old fast. She couldn't really pursue a job because they kept moving us--or at least me--around. She didn't have time to get really established with friends. She couldn't do a whole. I want to spurt inside of you and feel you cum on me. I want to. Please let me. Oh, god, I can smell your pussy juice. I can imagine my cock where your fingers are. Please…” She came hard as she listened to him beg, moaning and arching. He stopped and sat back. She smiled and bent, licking his cock up and down with the very tip of her tongue, lower and lower past his balls, gently fucking his ass with her tongue and swirling it around his hole, then back again. With her mouth closed around his.