Vijendra,who was boyfriend of my wife for one day was now sucking her boobs. His mouth was too small for her boobs. I was proud on my wife’s boobies... I was working on them since college days. Today somewhere I was feeling great when Vijendra mouth or hand was not big enough to hold them.Meenakshi was so busy in thinking that she forgot that this guy had removed her pallu; meenakshi blouse button was already broken by her boyfriend. My wife Meenu still have blouse on her shoulder, but it was. When I got back to her clit, I sucked on it, swatting my tongue against it. Lilly started to buck her hips, but stopped when she figured out that I wasn't letting go of her that easily. I continued to suck on her clit, and her pussy rewarded me with wetness. I moved down to scoop some of it up with my tongue. Upon feeling me release her clit, she began bucking her hips again, rubbing her wet pussy all across my face. I went with it, letting her facefuck me. I made a mental note to have her sit. That night I was an emotional wreck and I cried continually eventually falling asleep through exhaustion.I did not cry a lot when I lived my sex addict life, so this crying was my first step to heal up from the old promiscuous sex addict life. Yes, I told you I was not an ordinary sex addict, but in a way, I was and I still am a special sexual addict. However, this special, different sexual addiction prevented me from becoming a slut again. I will explain this later.I booked an appointment with. "You've made it back OK then," said my not very demonstrative mother. She was then almost bowled over by Miriam, who had come rushing down the stairs. She jumped into my arms and wrapped her legs around my waist and her arms around my neck."I was so worried, I thought you might not come back, I missed you so much!" She was very demonstrative!Her tongue filled my mouth and she sucked my tongue into hers. Lo and behold, I felt a stirring in my loins, something that hadn't happened for the 4 days.