" I felt him stiffen up, then. His balls started to bunch up and my wife yelled, "Stop! Now! Don't move. I want that in me. I want all of his cum insi...de me." I stopped, then, as his breathing slowed, reluctantly pulled away, slowly and carefully. My wife told me to come up on the bed and lie down face-up with my feet at the top and my head at the middle. I did, with some nervousness, wondering what she had in mind. She came up and placed her pussy over my mouth and told me to start licking, to. With a sigh I broke the wine and beer-sipping silence with my ‘oh wow, I needed that’. I know, I don’t suppose that’s the best way to start the evening if you’re trying to keep a secret from someone, is it? What was surprising is that it wasn’t Rose or Mary that started with their normal questions and comments routine. It was an unusually flushed faced Susan that answered with a standard ‘rough day?’ comment. And I, of course, continued with a ‘try a rough week’ statement. And then it just all. Betty had called yesterday with the news that we were cleared to operate our Lears with a single pilot. As I climbed into the left seat, I invited "call me Ferdie" to take the right seat and asked him to help by reading the checklists. He liked that, but we were interrupted more that once because he kept pausing to watch four of the Trelawney Gulfstreams landing in succession and pulling on to the apron to line up beside us. Good stage management, I thought. Ferdie was impressed alright.Our. Her perky teardrop breasts, small B cup-sized, hung proudly, the nipples taut and at attention. I drank them in with my eyes, unabashedly leering at her pert form. I stepped forward and put both hands on her upper arms. She inhaled deeply, anticipating my touch. But instead of indulging her by running my hands over her, I whispered, "Turn around again." She pushed her lower jaw out slightly to illustrate her annoyance with being told to spin around and around, but again she relented and simply.