Sometime later I wake up, groggy and have to use the bathroom. I go to the bathroom and sit down, looking at my leg I see something weird, like dried ...mild or,,, no it can't be can it? Yep it is dried cum, i reach down and rub my ass and yep there is what appears to be cum dripping out of me. I guess the need to defecate was false and was just my rectum and anus returning to normal. Off the toilet and into the room, wake my sleeping wife and ask just what the hell happened. She said just watch. Her heart pounds as she waits for the touch of his mouth, she lifts her hips trying to tempt him with her splayed thighs. To taste. To pleasure her, make her body twitch and pulse in release. She hangs there waiting....... helpless in her pleasure. The anticipation is a torment but one that she enjoys. His thumb circles the sensitive flesh of her inner thigh and her moan becomes frustrated, a deep pleading sound as it erupts from low in the back of her throat. His touch when it comes is. However, she shared that Mama is out of country and will be returning later in the month. And while saying so she looked at me and smiled and tilted herself a bit towards left which made my tool to shift to her ass crack. This made my manhood to reach the heights. It was clear we knew our intentions and the only thing which was remaining was initiative. She did her part and now it was me to take it to next level. So I decided not to kill the momentum and took my hands to her waist and whispered. As the wine was drunk, the coversation got franker; you told me what you liked and how you liked it. That you prefered to keep things natuaral instead of shaven. You owned up to a secret desire to be touched by another woman. And finally, that you wanted m; that your pussy was wet for me and your body ached for me to touch it.You knew I wanted you too. I told you that I did. I was consumed with desire, my erection raging so hard in its denimn prison. We kissed passionately, my hands.