After 18 years of marriage, you tend to fall into a rut. But this night, we were in rare form. Our candlelit bedroom became a boudoir of passion. We w...ere more than enthusiastic in our lovemaking, we were ravenous.For the last 7 or 8 years, Chrissie and I had successfully been able to keep our sex stimulating by various means, occasionally watching a hardcore porno flick or, more frequently, exchanging sexual fantasies. Chrissie would tell me of her fantasy of having two men (or more) at one. I was going too fast and he was slowing me down, making the experience grow and last. Cindy was right, he was perfect. I started to use my tongue to rediscover the tip of his cock. It worked it’s way around finding the groves and zones that made John groan with pleasure. John’s words had redirected me and I was now focused on his reactions as I explored his cock. I liked and sucked my way all over his cock and balls with one hand on his ass and the other hand helping my mouth. His moaning was. I did it without much incidence. Renee stepped casually out of them, once they hit the floor. Her shoes were already off, so when her jeans drooped, there weren’t any obstacles at that end. My hands ran over and around her thighs. Renee has always had, in my judgment, smooth, soft, and almost silky thighs. She never allowed female stubble. She always knew how properly to shave using an expensive special ordered woman’s razor! She once told me she only orders hygiene products from some New York. When I got inside I heard some muffled sounds coming from the back. Curious, I tiptoed back and was just about to walk into the office when I got the biggest surprise of my life!There was my wife, lying across the desk spreadeagle with her skirt bunched around her waist, pantyhose on the floor, and blouse opened down to her naval. Papers were s**ttered all over the floor along with the phone. At the same time a young blond haired punk, no older than 18 or 19, was on his knees orally ravaging.