I knew I wasn’t done and I needed to fuck her mouth and cum inside her.I went to get water from the table nearby and as I approached her, I saw her ...n the bed sitting with long hair messed up, trying to adjust it and detangle them. Her boobs moved as she moved her hands. Probably it was because I was too drunk, I got hard again.I couldn’t control seeing her like that, a seductive slut wife, satisfied with her sexual urges – there was something very appealing about her. I got hard and I went up. ' Aren't you funny', she said.I opened my eyes and stared at her. 'What do you mean, 'Funny' ?' I demanded." No I don't mean funny like that. I mean different. From me I mean. I think it's beautiful. And so strange and... and proud.'To my astonishment Barbara flung her arms round my thighs, pressed her face close in between my legs and nuzzled her nose into my scrotum, kissing my balls and the base of my cock.' You smell nice, Simon', she said in a throaty whisper. She took my cock in both. I grab her hair and jerk it back causing her head up. I ask her if she was ever fuck up her ass. Through her crying she said no. I told her that today she was getting ass fucked and everytime I fuck her I would do her ass as well. Then I went back to fucking her ass. She was really tight, but soon I was gliding in and out of her ass. Her crying was replace with moans and soon she was fucking me back. Taking one hand I reach around and drove 2 fingers into her soaking wet pussy. The other hand. Aside from the obvious, what was different about the way wemade love last night, versus all the nights I have made love to myhusband? What were you thinking about as you were fucking me?"Another hesitation."I-I wasn't," he stammered."You weren't... thinking?" I sought in confirmation."Nooo," he explained slowly. "I wasn't... fucking you."That confused me more. I'm sure the expression on my face said so."What I mean is," he went on, "everything was working... down there,thanks to the Viagra. I.