I started coming and coming, far better than from a vibrator, better even than from Sydney's tongue. I was bawling even as my orgasms were popping lik... a string of firecrackers. Dimly I realized why. Sydney was making love to me. When I'd let him when we were first married, I was just not responsive. Martin and Darrel had unleashed my libido and now I was in heaven as my loving husband was doing what loving husbands do best: loving their wives.We did sleep in each others arms like happy little. I said, “It is you!” I unzipped his pants and he unbuckled them and he pushed them down. I slid his underwear down and exposed a somewhat smallish cock of about 4”- 5” and very thin. I was terribly disappointed but didn’t want to show it. I took him all into my mouth down to his balls. I was able to have all of him in my mouth and lick his balls at the same time. I sucked him like this for several minutes and then stopped and said, “Do you want to fuck me?” He said, “YES!!” I stood up and led. I guess we will never know the answers to the many questions I had that day. We would see each other occasionally through the years but we were never really close. I have never ever forgotten that day and have thought of him in many different fantasies since then. He was the first man to give me a wet pussy and the man I thought about the first time I masterbated (later that day) and had my first orgasm. Every time I would see him through the years I would remember seeing him change and it. .the heart pounding...the anticipation are so much greater in places where you just don't expect it. I haven't written for a while but this time I just had too. Here's how the fun happened...The week of New Years Day was a week that both Jodi and I took off from work. We didn't have any plans or goals. The thought of hanging around the house and doing nothing sounded good to both of us so we did...kinda.She headed out one afternoon to catch some of the post Christmas sales while I decided to.