She shook her head “no” and I moved my outstretched finger to her mouth. She opened up and sucked my finger into her mouth, tasting her own juices... for the first time ever.“What did you think?” I asked her. “Not bad, I can see why you always wanted to eat me out when we dated. But just remember, what goes around comes around.” She got out of the car and started walking to her house.I followed her inside and we practically ran to her bedroom. Nicole lived with her sister, Erica, and I assumed she. It so happened that thatevening I was wearing one of my favourite black cocktail dresses. I kept afew smart outfits at the Python, so that I could ring the changes and stillensure I looked "managerial." This particular dress was a black-velvet,sleeveless, knee-length sheath, over which I wore a black, lace shrug. Myblonde hair was "up", with wispy tendrils framing my face. I liked the"look", but it was flattering to be told I was "stunning"!I chatted for a little longer with Bridget and, when I. Why this little discourse on cock size? It is because my wife has recently become aware that there are much larger cocks out there in the world and the subject seemed to fascinate her. I found this out one night when we were getting ready for bed and she was rolling a condom on me."Honey, how big is your thingy?"Meredith has never in the seven years we have been married used the words cock, dick or penis. She has always refereed to my equipment as my thingy. Her pussy has never been anything. Starting at the head of my cock, she moved her tongue in circles as she began taking more and more of me. She would take a little more in her mouth before moving back to the head. Her tongue was magic. She did this a few times until, eventually, she was taking my cock in her throat. I knew I would cum soon if I let her continue, so I pulled her back up and she bent forward over the sink, spreading her thighs and giving me the perfect angle to enter her."Fuck me! Give me what I want!" she moaned.