I swallowed his cum it tastes salty and we went into sleep.Next day in college he told that he feel really guilty about the last night and said sorry ...or that. I told him that I also enjoyed it a lot, he asked me can we do one more time. I agreed happily and told him that I can do anything for his cock and want it badly then he told me that last night he got a dream that we both as husband and wives, so he asked me to act like a wife for him, I said ok. Our parents went to another town and that. One of th best things ever. But it's also a fucking chore that leaves you tired and sexually frustratedBut enough of my existential posturing, I've got shit to do.I could hear life in the kitchen, which meant my early morning thoughts were done and it was time to move my ass out of bed. I rose, showered, brushed my teeth and dressed mechanically before making my way downstairs to the kitchen. I was greeted by the sight of my wife having breakfast with the kids."Morning babe," she said, handing. “Listen,” I said. “We have to stop. We can’t go any further. We can’t fuck if that’s what you were thinking. I don’t have any condoms. I’m sorry to spoil the moment but this is all very quick and unexpected.” “It’s OK. I’m on the pill.” “That’s not the point. The point is that you’ve just told me about three boyfriends with whom you’ve had recent sex. I’m sure you’re OK, if you know what I mean, but I can’t risk going home to Jenny with any infection no matter how small.” “They all wore. Now the baths, umm, as time went on we made more of a game out of it, and I explored rather liberally, it seemed. When I was there, she always needed at least one sponge bath. Though the one day when she needed four, I think Samantha got a bit suspicious of it all. So we cooled it a bit.Then began the therapy, and learning to do things over again. While there were no overt signs of brain damage, the doctors still wanted to prod her off and on, until they were happy with the results, and could.