"Prince stop!, I can't take it any more!" she gasped as she rolled over away from the dogs relentless licking. Joyce was recovering from her orgasm. P...ince sat downon the bed and stared at her. Still licking the remaining juices from around his snout.Joyce looked at Prince sitting there on the bed and noticed his penis was sticking out of its sheath about three inches. It was bright red and very thick and she remembered how shocked she'd been the first time she saw its size when he was fully. This time we didn't stop but continued to kiss for several minutes. Sucking on each others tongues, gently nibbling on each other's lips, finding pleasure in each other's mouth. My breathing had become deeper. I inhaled our combined scent. I smelled sweat, my pussy juices and the musky aroma that emanated from his neither regions. My pussy throbbed to be penetrated. I reached down and firmly garbed his dick. He jerked back surprised."Hey, if you're not careful you're going to ruin your fun," he. He couldn’t move and couldn’t untie himself.Aiko rolled him onto his back. She was naked except for tall spike heels. His daughter brought her naked mother into the room. Aiko said, “Mom, tell dad what you told me.”The older woman said, “Husband, for the entire time we have been married, the only time I’ve had an orgasm was when I masturbated. Married people are supposed to please each other when they have sex. You have been selfish with me and only pleased yourself. You have given me no reason. The changing sexual culture swirling around us, however, also shook our marital bed with ideas of greener grass on the other side of the marriage fence, not just doing different positions together.We didn't talk about it. It was in our marriage closet. By the latter half of the 1970s, the sexual revolution of the sixties was over. Sex had won. Now everyone was "doing it". An eighteen-year-old virgin was a source of ridicule. Couples like us who missed the free love boat were urged to get.