As I stroke my cock, she stands behind me and whispers in my ear, things like "such a little dicklet you have" "your hand is so gay, it loves your lit...le dickie" "isn't that a nice, big, hard cock in that picture", things like that. I get so aroused by the porn and her talk that I spurt my cum pretty quickly. She always laughs when I cum. Of course she makes me eat my cummies after I squeeze my dickie to get all the sperm out. I love my wife.Just yesterday, she did something that was brand new. You interrupted my thoughts: "Midnight? Oh God, I need to hurry to the train station, my last train leaves in 20 minutes!" Suddenly I noticed that we have hardly spoke a word all day. We knew each other’s first names and that we liked Gustav Mahler - that's it. I nestled in my handbag and found a business card. "Take this, there is also my mobile number on it. I MUST see you again. Could you make it on Friday? Let's say at eight? Come to my place, I will cook us something tasty." - " I ... uh. Then it occurred to me that the request for a car and a pony were two outrageous request so she could ease me into the thong request.I really had to think about the thong request for a long time. I decided that I would allow it but she'd have to turn 11 before that happened. She decided that since I wouldn't get her a thong or ten she would borrow from her friends and parade around the house in that a t-shirt sometimes. Other times she'd just wear the thong. On other occasions shed wear just. I ordered three shots an we all slammed them followed by many more. I was drunk and Skippy was pretty far gone as he asked the waitress if she was interested in having a few and he was turned down. I made Skippy pay for the shots and told the manager he could make it up to us later. I wrote our address on a napkin as Skippy was paying the tab and we taxied home. We no sooner got home and I changed into lingerie there was a knock on the door. Skippy was like what the fuck they can wait. I said.