"There is no way either of you could have known this about her!" my understanding wife took my hand and placed the back of it tenderly against her che...ek, "The only way you could have known would have been by being an asshole of a husband. Hell, SHE didn't know until today!"I shrugged, "So what's the point?"Patricia paused, considering her next words carefully.I sipped scotch, waiting patiently. I couldn't always predict the inner workings of my wife's mind, but I had never yet had reason to. Most of the rest of the night was uneventful. We cleaned up, went out, had dinner… and started talking about ideas to role-play later that night. (And now, we fast forward to the fun bit!) After dinner, I assumed my role (NOTE: ROLE!) as the 17-year-old Princess Elena, with John taking the role of my faithful bodyguard/chauffeur. We chatted in these roles as we went and got ice cream from a local parlor- he got Double Chocolate and Cake Batter, I got Sweet Cream and French Vanilla. I ordered. I smile slightly, still shaking from the intense massive explosion. Finally totally relaxed now, we both grow silent. Just laying there a few moments, neither of us moved, or spoke a word. Getting a sudden thought, I relaxed and shot a few short squirts of my hot stinkin jock piss up to my pecs, mixing with the puddle of jock jizz. . Kirk lets out another 'oh fuck me', and flashing another big grin, I cut it loose big time. Grabbing my still half hard dick, I aim right for my face, and opening. "Ughhhh!" Emily gasped out as he entered into her. Her whole pelvis softy shaking in reaction to something slipping inside of her pussy for the first time. She felt unusual, yet at the same time wonderful and arousing. She could feel her inner walls of her cunt grappling with John's wet tongue inside, closing in upon it and tighten to grip upon the slippery customer within. "Mmmm.... Oh fuck..... that feels... Oh shit!" Emily spoke in mumbles of words and half finished sentences as each one.