I was sitting on the sofa in my white undershirt, tux pants, and socks playing with a jar of marbles when she walked back into the room. ‘Thanks ag...ain for coming with me tonight. You have no idea how much it meant to me.’ She plopped herself on the other end of the couch and started fiddling with her hair. She had curled it slightly and pinned it back in a bun for the party. Now she was making faces trying to pull out all the pins and set the locks free. The last pin gave way to the pressure. I feel the orgasm coming on quickly. You feel my cock throbbing in your mouth and throat as I get closer. I grunt and bury my cock in your throat, holding you down on my cock. My body tenses as I explode, pumping my hot load down your throat. I feel your tongue rubbing against my cock, coaxing every last drop out of me as I finish. As I finally start to relax I look down at the look of satisfaction on your face. It’s so sexy. I take you by the hand, lifting you up. I push you back against the. I did say ‘had ever encountered’. I have never encountered a more beautiful woman. The first time I saw you, I thought you were stunning. I’ve never changed my opinion.”She blushed darkly. “Um ... thanks. Hungry?”I can tell when the subject’s changed – at least, when my nose is rubbed hard enough in it. “Yes, please.”After a light meal – salad, quiche, green stuff – she commented, “You don’t want to put a lot of weight on while you’re not active. And I want to keep this figure.” We went to my. Suddenly he realized what he was doing and returned his attention to his wife. He was slightly upset by what had just happened since it was so unlike him. He had always been attracted to and appreciative of beauty, but, not even with his wife had he ever experienced such a powerful surge of pure lust. He looked at his wife and felt the calm of their love and the anticipation of the remainder of the night. They had left their daughter with her grandparents and flown to the city for the weekend.