My wife was quiet when she returned.
“Oh God! He fucked you in the ass, didn’t he?”
Lips trembling and eyes shiny with tears, she nodded.
“How…?”
“I loved it,” she whispered. “He felt so good inside me.”
“May I lick you?” I begged softly.
Coyly, she nodded.
I slid the sheer panties down her legs, exposing her soft, creamy buttocks. I parted her cheeks and ran my tongue between them. Her salty, puckered entrance flexed as the tip of my tongue grazed her moist opening. She moaned with pleasure.
“Can I…?”
“No. Only he fucks me there.”
I spurted.
