Muriel took one into her mouth, tasting her own orgasm. Muriel’s hand fell into my wife’s lap, grasping her thigh, quickly sliding between her leg.... I don’t think Muriel was aware of what she was doing. Laine turned, looking at me with a surprised, “What do I do now” look on her face. I raised my eyebrows as if to convey my thoughts of, “I don’t know”. French custom spared intervention as the lights came up for intermission. We all adjourned to the lobby, Muriel and Collette lit cigarettes and. The word was meant to provoke him and poke fun at him at the same time. "I was going to say dirty," he replied cautiously. "You didn't do anything like this last night," he said to her. "I thought I'd go easy on you." Her mischievous smile was infectious. "This is insane," he said as a grin spread across his own face. "Oh I'm not finished yet." Grasping her hair into a bunch behind her neck she dived back down onto the bed slipping his cock right into her mouth again. Once she had her. She gave him a few gentle licks, then ran her tongue down his whole shaft. Next, she opened her mouth and started to slide him in. She had to open as wide as she could so as not to scrape her teeth on him, and before she knew it he was already hitting the back of her throat. Lucky for her, her gag reflex was basically non-existent. Unlucky for her, she noticed that his cock was so big that it was almost choking her.It didn't take long for her to figure out it was going to be nearly. They were tempting, and I secretly wished to be able to experience everything that was possible with another man.Getting married didn't change that, but I was committed to my relationship, and loved my wife. If marriage meant no play, then fantasy would have to suffice, no matter how much I salivated at the images of huge cocks on porn sites, or how much I wanted to be the one who had ropes of cum shooting into my mouth, and on my face.I was fortunate that my wife had always been more.