Now she could afford to leave him and start a new life. No more of her being his slut wife.I asked her why she came tonight since that information was... turned in last week. She said she wanted to see me one more time and thank me for helping her. This was the last wife swap she would ever attend and she wanted it to be with me.I got on my knees in front of her and spread her legs. She smiled and said, "No undies tonight and I trimmed up the red bush just for you."I looked and she had left just a. The sun wasn't up quite high enough to be shining directly down on me yet, but it would be soon so I figured I'd best get myself packed up before I went where I'd been reluctant to go – that leatherette document carrier sitting on top of the neatly folded clothes in my cargo bag.I shook out the sleeping bag and unzipped it completely, draping it over the camp table which I'd managed to not see in the dark, or give any notice, with my eyes drawn to the motorcycle. I swept off the pad, but it. She gladly opened her mouth and took just the head of his cock in her mouth and sucked on it so hard that when he pulled back enough for it to pull out of her mouth you could hear a loud popping noise. I sat there spitting on my cock to keep it lubed and stroked away. I could feel I was close to popping a load so I slowed down a bit and just watched. He withdrew his cock from her mouth and she tried to suck it back in but he moved down even further between her legs. She immediately wrapped her. That was an amazing moment for both of us also. When I got a chance, I used to sit under the table and take her feet in my mouth.I was sucking and she was moaning lightly by my act. She used to raise my shirt until my chest and bite my nipples. I was saying to her that I am not able to suck your boobs. She teased me by asking me to press them on her dress. Sometimes she says, “I will raise my kurta you suck.”I said don’t want. I will do when I get the golden opportunity. While she was sleeping.