The sensation was delicious. Sliding down just a little with my tongue; still moist and leading the way, I replaced my mouth with both hands as I rod...e up under the tank top and pushed it over her breasts and let it stop at her throat. I took two hands full of small, tender mammary glands and squeezed them not so gently. I kneaded them firmly with my palms and then between my thumbs and fingers until I was holding them and squeezing just the tips. She moaned once more but I wondered if it. I was so incredibly turned on that I could barely speak. Finally I whispered Harder, please. He responded by squeezing the sides of my head with his strong, thick fingers. It felt amazing, but not nearly as amazing as the image in my mind of those same fingers deeply penetrating my dripping cunt. I moaned a little louder, letting the sound take its natural course to a deep groan of pleasure. My breathing got shallower and I became aware that my thoughts were overpowering what was really going. I would get it in a ring and deliver it a knockout punch that would make Ali proud. But, I couldn’t. All I could do was make my wife’s last year on earth the best it could be. All I could do was be there for her. It was the least I could do for the woman I loved, the woman who bore my children. If God chose to take her from me in a year, that was his decision. But making her last days on the planet as enjoyable for her as possible was my decision.After we got out of the tub, we took turns. Just touching them was causing her nipples to stiffen in anticipation of the evening. I knew that she was telling me all of this so that I would be seeing my husband from another woman’s point of view. It was working. I was getting quite wet from her words and from the gentle rubbing of my clit. She dropped her hands to his belt and unbuckled it. The bulge in his pleated trousers had become even more impressive. She pulled the zipper tab down and let his trousers slip down his legs. After two.