Sore ass hole notwithstanding, we had another series of wonderful fucks and sucks, using cock, pussy, mouth and tongue. She was able to successfully put her husband out of her mind for the balance of the day.
Being a ‘tough cum’ I was able to bring her to a couple of good orgasms by fucking her pussy, using several different positions, before I came. As I felt myself getting closer to the brink, I flipped her over on her back and pounded her missionary style.
Just as I got to the point of no return, she picked up on the signs, “You’re getting close, I aren’t you?”
“Yesss.”
“Cum in my mouth, I want to taste you again, please, cum in my mouth,” she urgently pleaded.
I pulled out, moved up and straddled her chest, as she opened her mouth, stuck her tongue out and looked at me with a hungry, lustful look in her eyes. I grabbed my cock, aimed it at her mouth and stroked it until I spurted into the back of her throat. She closed her mouth to swallow, and the second spurt hit her right on the nose and lips, she opened back up and I deposited the remainder of what I had stored up onto her tongue.
When she saw that I was finished, she looked me in the eye, stuck out her tongue to show me how much she had caught, then seductively swallowed it all. She smiled triumphantly as she swallowed, then proceeded to scrape up the cum clinging to her nose and cheeks with her finger. She sucked it off her finger and swallowed, she repeated the action until she had gotten it all.
“Umm, umm, good!” She said, while smiling and licking her chops.
During one of our respites, Irma asked me what I thought she should do about her husband. “Tell him everything, including how much you needed fucked, and how much you enjoyed it. I think that he’ll be pissed, but then again, he’s pissed now, but he’ll eventually get over it. I suspect that your confession may be just the push he needs to get himself checked out. Hopefully, if he does, you’ll both benefit from this whole thing.”
“I hope you’re right. I guess that I’d better be prepared for the worst, just in case he tosses me out on my ass.”
“It never hurts to be prepared,” I volunteered.
I’ve learned several things in the past three days,” Irma offered, “I’ve learned that sex can be so much more, so much better than I had originally thought. It’s not just the new things that you taught me, it’s the entire experience, but you know what? I’ve also come to the realization that cheating isn’t what I want to do, the guilt is too great. I’m going to concentrate on my husband, and forget about other men, except for you, of course.” She chuckled. “You’ll always hold a special place in my mind and heart,” she added with a more serious look.
“Irma, I think that’s wonderful, I couldn’t agree with you more on your assessment of the last three days. I’ve enjoyed the experience much more than I had anticipated, but the guilt is getting to me, too.”
“Yes, I’ve decided, I’m going to confess to him as soon as I get home. I’ll accept the consequences, whatever they are. I’m hoping and praying that he’ll forgive me. Even if he doesn’t seek help to correct his problems, his forgiveness will satisfy me. It’s more important to be loved as a person than it is to have good sex, and I know that I love him. If he still loves me, he’ll forgive me, don’t you think?”