As he sped up the intensity again, his other hand started smacking my ass, alternating between cheeks in concert with the rhythm of his fingering.Afte...r a few minutes, he stopped. Leaving me breathing hard, and my cock rock hard and dripping. Later, he emailed me a picture of the puddle of pre-cum I left on the hardwood floor by his bed.I heard him stand up and thought, ?Oh man, this is it.? I expected to hear the rustling of his pants as he prepared to take me. I was dreading this, as I. Smoke. She coughed painfully, the sound inside registering but traveling nowhere. Her heart leapt, adrenaline pumping furiously with nowhere to go. She touched the skin, warm and smooth and a distant rumble came from the darkness. She moistened her dust- encrusted lips, her tongue dry and swollen, a bland, thick taste in her mouth that reminded her of summer fields. She felt dizzy, swirling, crushed, the pain in her head throbbing mercilessly. Her temples ached and as she brought her hand close. She shuddered as she sucked our daughter's juices from my fingers. The feel of her lips and tongue shot from my fingers straight to the tip of my dick.When she pulled them from my mouth, she moaned, “Tastes like it.”With a growl, I threw myself on my wife. Her legs parted and she gasped when my dick plunged into her boiling-hot pussy. My strokes were fast and quick. We both came in under a minute, grunting and gasping as my cum boiled into my wife's pussy. She held me tight, her pillowy breasts. Fifteen years later, but it’s a date.”We hugged and I walked her to the door. She winked, turned, and left, and I went to find Kara.“And?” she asked, “Yes. July 5th. We’re going to get a suite at the InterContinental.”“I think that has to be a world record for a lengthy seduction!” Kara teased. “Fifteen years?”“About that, yes. But it won’t be anything like what she originally wanted.”“This is better, I think.”“I’m sure it is,” I replied. “And you’re a troublemaker!”“Who? Me?” Kara asked.