She looks at me and says matter of factly, “Your cock can’t get hard with it on and more importantly, you can’t orgasm with it on. Since you can...’t control it yourself, I think I should help. I am your wife and this cock should belong to me and my pleasure.” “But baby,” I plead, “It does belong to you and loves giving you pleasure.” She smiles me a smile and then says, “I’m glad you say that, because you need to prove it and I think this is a good way.” She goes up and undoes my hands and gives. "A little bigger around than I prefer, but I like it when I can push something way up in there, nice and deep." She turned it over and examined it, squeezing the balls and bending it. "Nice and firm. Lots of ridges and texture. I like the foreskin. I don't think I've ever seen one that wasn't circumcised. It's a good choice." Thank you," said Claire, unable to think of anything else to say."It doesn't vibrate, though," said Cindy. "That's the only drawback I see." No," said Claire, her voice. At this time, her husband leaned forward and licked my cum from her face and tits, returning his lips to the head of my cock and sucked a few fresh drops from it. He then quickened his pace and pumped his load into his wife's pussy as she came once more. He pulled his cock out and dripped the remaining drops of cum onto her belly, and then bent down to lick it up. We were all completely spent. We lay down on the bed with the wife in the middle, panting and sweating. The smell of sex was. By the time I crawled into the jeans, sleeveless shirt and sturdy half-boots she had brought, I had only managed to flash or moon two cars and an 18-wheeler. The cars hadn't paid much attention, but the 18-wheeler stayed close until I had the shirt buttoned up and had blown the driver a kiss.After changing, I inventoried the packs she had brought. Mine held the first-aid kit, a couple of bottles of water, half a dozen of the energy bars, my special suit and shoes, as well as the fully-loaded.