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in her hands; one around the base and the other stacked on top of it, and that fucker had inches and inches of cock sticking out.
    “I love your dick,” my wife said, looking up at him. “It's beautiful.”
    She tugged on him slowly as he hardened. The head flared and he groaned and his head fell back as his eyes closed. She took that opportunity to look again at me. So much desire filled her eyes.
    “It's like a magnet. I'm drawn and I can't resist. I love your cock.”
    As I watched she opened her mouth and slipped that fat head in beyond her lips, closing them around his shaft.
    I thought my heart might explode.
    Her head began a slow and sensuous bob. She loves sucking my dick but this was something else altogether. She worshiped his cock. In less than a minute he was hard as stone and stood up like an elephant's tusk. She let go and licked all over his balls.
    One hand went to rub her pussy and the other played with her own nipple; sucking his cock was a sensual and erotic experience for her . He thought she did all this to please him, and she was, but more true was her selfish delight at having this thick cock in her mouth. She looked like she had a second clitoris at the back of her throat. She closed her lips on him again and began some serious sucking. He tangled his fingers in her hair and savored every trip up and down she made.
    I'd told her no, but she'd done it anyway. I watched his cock move in and out of my wife's mouth. How many times had I kissed those lips? How many times had my penis experienced those same sensations? I knew exactly what Chris felt and my face and neck began to burn. My wife adored his meat. She sucked him like she tried to make him fall in love with her and, given his age, I thought there was a chance she might succeed.
    Once she had him throbbing, so erect she could no longer easily bend or move him, she stood and took him in her hand and pulled him towards the shower. They stepped in and hot water cascaded over them. If her body amazed before she got in, wet she looked like a porn-star. She squirted soap into his hands and then her own and they began washing away the sweat from dancing. Their hands traveled every square inch, learning each other, exploring and enjoying. She kept lathering his cock and balls and he kept scooping her ass and pussy.
    After they rinsed she back him against the tile wall and again sank to her knees. His cock-head bounced and she chased it with her mouth until he held his dick at the thick base and guided her mouth down onto him. Her cheeks dented as she sucked hard. The angle kept his sight away from me. She opened her eyes and spied me and sucked him lovingly as she gazed into my eyes.
    “I want to fuck you,” he said. “Let's move to the bed.”
    She shook her head, pulling off of him with a pop.
    “I'm breaking enough vows as it is,” she replied. “Just accept this for now.”
    Her hint at more later succeeded. Chris leaned back and let her work her magic. She again rubbed her pussy as she sucked his cock and not too many minutes later cried out as she came. Chris thrust faster and deeper and Tiffany took it until he warned her he was close.
    “I want to swallow you, Chris,” she said. “I want to drink you and taste you and take you home with me in my belly. My pussy belongs to my husband but you can own my mouth.”
    He groaned and thrust faster. I heard him suck in several gulps of air and hold them and then from deep in his chest a groan formed and grew. His sperm was on the move and headed up that long shaft and I knew my wife would be gulping it down.
    When he came it was an explosion. Tiffany stroked his shaft with both hands while she sucked and bobbed fiercely and Chris cried out as the first hot blast rocketed out of him. Tiffany moaned encouragement and Chris bucked and shot again and again, jerking and pumping his huge load of semen into my wife's mouth and down her throat. Tiff swallowed fast to keep up and none escaped. She