For the rest of the evening, we made love like man and wife.We took our dinner in a restaurant and came home to our suhageaat. My husband made me nake... and I hugged him. He could feel my hard, thick nipples from my 36dd breasts against his chest and his cock was harder than it ever was, throbbing against the mound of my pussy. Now that I was his wife, things were much slower. His hand reached down and began to caress my large breast. I smiled at my son/husband lovingly and then rolled onto my. ’ He smiled.‘I’m not tired’ my wife whispered at me almost through her teeth with a deep frown. How could she be so nice yet so angry with me?‘Excuse us, Carlos’ she said ever so politely, resting a hand on his arm.‘Of course,’ he smiled at us both and walked away.‘I’m not ready to go yet, where are your friends?’ My friends?‘What do mean, what friends? I’m here with you.’‘Then stay.’ She snapped. ‘No, I want to go and I think you should come with me, you’ve drunk. Phillips inched closer to me. He was almost against my body and I could feel the heat coming from him. Within moments I felt him move his hand as he rubbed my ass, then pull down my panties. Seconds later, his hand was between my ass cheeks, exploring everything! I was actually excited as his hands moved from my ass to my smooth sissy ball sack. It really felt good and better than any time I had played with myself. At one point he had one hand fiddling my balls as the other played with my ass.. He didn’t need to. I’d felt it myself exactly one time in my life - not after the death of a family member, but when the man I had come to love more than any other in the world left me.He had said it with tears in his eyes, and I received the news with a voice that refused to tremble. I had seen it coming - the months of bickering, frequent phone calls fading to terse text messages. Each spoken word tiptoeing through a minefield.And then, finally, the explosion.I can’t do this anymore.We slept.