This had always been the highlight of my fantasy, cleaning up after another man had fucked her. There was just something so exciting about it that was... hard to pinpoint. It wasn’t just the taste of their mingled love juices neither was it just the fact that it was another man’s cum, it was also because she had allowed another man inside her to enjoy her and cum inside her. Cumming inside a woman was a privilege allowed by her to someone special. Paulo was special to her and I was being usurped.I. Can’t regret what I don’t regret. The streets were bleak but I didn’t notice.You came to visit after work, she was there as well. You asked her about some books, admired her wisdom and sweater. You talked about this other guy you met. You avoided my eyes. We shared a bottle of wine between the three of us and set a date to meet up with everyone again, to play cards, mundane rebels that we are. It stung like nothing else. Nothing ever happened. Lies to not break hearts. Seemed like a noble goal. Uh...for you?"Mrs. Martin smiled and said, "Oh Yesss Please! I will tell you how I like it. You know...you know about the smell there...the perfume of the pussy?" I smiled and said I really liked that smell. She clapped her hands together and said, "Excellent! I haven't had a mouth on my pussy since before I married Charles."Mrs. Martin sat on the bed, took one of the pillows, folded it over to make it thicker and put it under her butt, then she leaned back against the pillow at the head. I was already missing them before they even left. Now,being self employed,instead of me going with them,I had decided to take a month off and go to the cabin I had up in the Berkshire Mountains. You know,do a little hiking,fishing and stuff like that. Visit my ol' stomping grounds,as it were. Em agreed with me and even tho Terry was pissed,she agreed too when I told her we would spend a week or two at the cabin when they got back. I loved watching her cute little face light up with joy and her.