I ... want to ... to ... s ... s ... suck your thing." She blurted into his chest. It was clear. It was clear enough for both men to hear."Joe, did yo...u hear her? She has asked me if she can suck me off. Did you hear that? I can't possibly put her through this without your permission. You are her husband. She cannot do anything without your approval. I think you are going to have to give her your blessing." Joe kept his eyes on the road. His hands were shaking. He knew he had to answer."You've. Second round was a quicker one but really heart filling. Like that we have met our several fantasies and several dreamt poses before she became an expert fucking machine. When she became more open with me, we developed another fetish …..to shout and loudly calling each other in different names and talking dirty ….very very dirty….which one can’t believe…..I used to hold her and say ….raand meri raani ….meena tum sab ki raandi ban jao..mein tumhe top ki raandi banaunga ….she replies …haan mujhe. .. yeah! Mmmmm" she moaned."Do the other one for me!"I sucked the other breast and started swapping between them, this really turned her on and I could see her panties had a dark patch, I was making her wet! I quickly learned that while one breast was being sucked, I could work the other one with my hand, and she loved this, rewarding me with moans of satisfaction."Do you want taste further down?" She suggestedI didn't reply, but answered in actions, as I slowly worked my way down, carressing. Now here I am, divorced and about to get rich enough to live the rest of my life comfortably while my money made me more money. To be honest, I was looking forward to it. It would allow me to travel and soak up new experiences, sexually too, as I was still attractive enough.I have always ensured that my work didn't interfere with my daily runs and my semi-regular visits to the gym. I still had all my dark hair intact, a face that looked young enough, a fit body (not bulked up, but just muscular.