And I thought nothing of the touch - just another intimacy that I had been craving in my life, especially between Sheryl and I.Then the real shocker -...she admitted that she did have pleasure in her sex life, but that it was not with a guy.The middle-aged moron that I was, I asked how could this be, while thinking she was an avid masturbator. Not so unlike her mother, I thought with a secret laugh - at least since my mid-thirties.Then Sheryl looked me right in the eye and told me that she. He then got down and we were 69ing with me on top of him. I was sucking his cock and balls and licking his hairy gooch. He was sucking me with his nose in my fat ass. Then he moved his mouth and was licking my ass. It felt so good I started to moan. He rolled me off him and went over to his bag. He asked which I wanted his little or big dildo. I smiled and said lets do the big one. He said, "okay" in a happy voice. He pulled it out and it was a monster. It was 9 inches and 4 inches around. I. I heard Bette moaning in the living room. She and Jeff were locked together on the rug. Bette was on her knees, face down on a pillow from the couch. Her butt, still framed by her garter belt, in the air. Jeff had mounted her and was fucking her, dog fashion. It seemed as if they still had a way to go, so Sandy and I went into the kitchen and I mixed a couple of drinks. ‘This will get the taste out of your mouth,’ I said. ‘But I don’t want the taste out of my mouth,’ she said. ‘I like the taste. I grabbed it and then felt something I could not believe. her panty was sopping wet. She saw the surprise in my eyes, and in a husky voice said: "Do'nt you want to smell it?" Well, without a moment of hesitation I lifted her panty to my face and could not believe the smell......It was a man's cum mixed with the juices of my wife!Before I could say anything she said: "You were my first and I always wandered what another guy inside me would feel like. After I told my friend about your fantasy,.