As i get out of the bed, i work my way to the bottom of it, starting to shake with exitment of what im about to do and the fear of getting caught,,so ...m stood above her beautifull feet, she still has her socks on, i go slowly down on one knee with my dripping cock in my hand , her feet are just resting over the edge of the bad and she is layed on her front exposing the soles, i gentley rub my nose on the soles of her feet just check the water so to speak;I smell that sweet smell radiating from. Boring, yeah maybe, but you get used, and since I love her, its not an issue, even though I would like more "interesting" sex. Well lets say that we have accelerated that lately; this is my story.Part 1My wife is working for a guy in a paint store, since 15 years now. She has been there long enough to be a bit bossy and since her boss is a bit wimpy, she very often takes command.This particular day started with my phone call, and I said that I would come to work and pick her up at 18, and then. It was almost painful in its potency, perpetual in its dimension.At last, it released me and I lay prostrate, nude, leaking sweet syrup into my anus as I wiped perspiration from my brow and tears from my cheeks. Suki's fingers came out of me. I opened my eyes to see her savoring the flavor of my womanhood with swirling tongue."Oh, my love. That was beyond words," I uttered with effortShe smiled. "You must show me."Sitting up, I moved in close to her, enfolding her with my legs so our bums were. He had made her so happy in so many ways. The fact that he was adjusting to living in her culture was just the latest of these.She then remembered something. "I forgot to ask how your patrol went," she said as she sat up again and wiped her eyes. "Did you get along with the rest of the crew?"Michael smiled and replied, "Well, not at first. But I did by the end of the patrol." Did you make any new friends?" she asked him."A couple of them, yes." he said. "But there is one in particular that I am.