My husband goes into the bathroom and I realise just how close I was to orgasm but didn't actually reach it. My pussy is dripping cum and as I lay on ...he bed I look at the bed posts and the balls on the corners and wonder what they would feel like buried deep inside me. I realise that my pussy is a no go as it has been used and is so full of cum that I have little sensation left in it. I lay on the bed and use the cum to lube my arse and start to finger it ready to take the ball of the bed post. My mouth is gaping - as if for use, as if any man or woman might shove their tongue in it, lick out all that fig from it, and maybe branches would sprout from my bones. I have reached my nipples, less white - teasing them, teasing them harder - a sort of childish bullying. I feel the air in my mouth and hole and brushing against my balls. It is so sweet, and my hand is reaching down - down to my boxers, swelling, as my feet dangle in the warming swimming pool. The first tangle of my hairs - I. “Hi,” he said, “are you OK? You were asleep for a little while.”I said that I was and he said “I hope you are not upzett by the zite of my cock” (I’m trying to ape his accent) and I said “no, far from it, it’s magnificent”.It really was. It was one of the longest and thickest cocks I have ever seen then or since and it was massively hard. His foreskin had pulled right back and his knob/helmet (call it what you will) was the darkest purple imaginable. It curved gently up from his balls, which. "I'm not going to stop you." He grinned. I put my hands on the sides of his face and pulled him toward me. I kissed him hard, I pushed my tongue through his lips and massaged his tongue with mine. * It was a cold December evening in North Dakota, I had just gotten off work at our local grocery store. I only lived about a block away from the store, so I didn't think it would be to terrible to walk home that night. I heard a vehicle coming up the road behind me but I didn't turn around to see.