As you start coming back down from your heightened sense of euphoria, I kiss you, you break the kiss look into my eyes and tell me you want to feel my...cock, you want me to you, to feel my cock penetrating your lips and plunging into your depths.You reach over, running your hands over my broad shoulders, down my muscular chest, over my tightening stomach, and onto my thighs. Inching your way closer and closer to my cock, your hands reach the lifted section in my pants, feeling my hardness. She waited. Touch them. Feel my tits. Ohhhhhh feel my breasts, Robert. Feel them. Feel them. Ohhh god, touch my tits. Feel them. Make me feel like I’m a woman again will you? “Ohhh Robert, touch my tits” she finally verbalized. And he did. He smoothed along them slowly and gently. Feeling his hands was a blessing she told herself. They were so darn soft and so darn loving that she wished for his lips and tongue all over them. Not just his hands she thought. “Robert sweetheart” she began to say. In bed, she was just as passionate as she’d been when we were newlyweds, moaning and thrashing when I went down on her and taking my cock deep into her throat then licking me like an ice cream cone before finally sliding me into her pussy. She was still raking my back with her nails and wrapping her legs around me tightly as I fucked her so I doubted that my wife had become bored with our loving. So just what had she meant, ‘spice up our marriage’? I’d long been computer literate and Internet. He rose from the seat he had taken to watch, switched off the machine, then slid a new probe into the still wet urethra, and then yet another large one, in, to rest against her cervix. He smiled as he added the two wires to the mixer, and then switched it all back on turning the power up a tad. He smiled at her, turned on the music centre tape recorder to record, then said, “you may scream if you wish, I love it, and I want to remember you after you have gone off home! Then taking his seat he.