“Geees! You can poke an eye out with this thing;” she joked as she stroke it in both hands and bushes her nose lightly against the tip of my swoll...n huge cockhead. “Mmmmm. I can smell the semen you have all ready unloaded,” she moans, giving my cock long and powerful strokes. She then took the head of my cock and slips it between her juicy lips. I roll my head back and close my eyes to enjoy her warm, wet mouth, sucking and slurping my cockhead. Her slurping sounds was the only sound you could. She didn’t say anything when I drove off the road, back into an orchard and shut the car off.Being cautious, I pulled the keys out of the ignition before I opened my door and told her to get out. She stood next to the car watching as I pulled the three heavy furniture blankets out of the trunk and spread them like a mattress on the grass between two trees. I started taking my clothes off and told her to take hers off, too. (I was a pretty good looking guy ... in good shape and most women were. Sitting across her, I asked her thru sms. You’ve been fucked? She replied NO. NOT YET.I am going overboard with the details, so keying in is taking long. Rest tomorrow.….. (with the wife being centric in this lifestyle since 1995), we are attempting to relive some great experiences of the past, and trying to share them with like-minded people who may enjoy reading them and even find some clues in them to spice up their lives.I am a North Indian, born in 1957. My wife, a Bengali, born in 1965. I. I went next to her ear and whispered ‘I’m going to make you cum and cum and cum, not for you but because it turns me on to see someone as sexy as you cumming for me. As you’re gagged you need to point with your left index finger if you want me to stop, I can stop anytime from that finger’.Her eyes smiled, I stroked her face, and flowing black hair, savouring how I was going to use * as my orgasm slave, thoughts of my wife far from my mind. I lifted her amazing tits out of the nightie, my hands.