." conversations, and she was just as emphatic without the orgasmic accompaniment.For the next ten months things were great and got greater. But then ...work at the plant picked-up and they told us we had to start putting in regular overtime while they figured out if they were going to have enough orders to justify adding a second shift.In the morning it was OK. I usually woke with a raging hard-on that I could put to good use. Or she could, since she liked being on top so much. Bedtime was fine,. His thick throbbing dick made me cum harder than I ever have with my husband's barely average sized dick. After John had finished emptying his load into my pussy I was amazed he was still hard as steel, keeping his dick buried deep inside me slowly rocking back and forth. The sensation of his massive dick sliding in and out of my cum filled pussy was incredible. Much more of this and I’d be begging him to fuck me again. "Are you two still up? What was that noise?" my husband asked, waking. My cum exploded out of me. I trembled, whimpered, gasped for breathe, cried and came some more. This was it. I was going to die. As I hung upside down, cumming uncontrollably, and realizing what my fate would be, I heard something. It sounded like a grinding sound, but it was tough to tell over the sound of the vibrating egg and the tears that filled my eyes. The grinding sound lasted about 15 seconds and I heard a loud bang. I could hear a voice and shuffling of feet. I also noticed cooler air. “Some people, particularly males, find this will leadthem to orgasm. So if you get to that point, let meknow if you need a little rest break. For whateverreason,” Kindly spoken as always.I felt my low back relax and pain dissolved. I wonderedhow far she would go. (“Act decent!” I scolded myself.)I began to sweat a little. My forehead was dotted withit.“Are you OK? Tell me if I’m hurting you Dear. I don’tnote any fissures or hemorrhoids. No bleeding. You.