Thinking

"What?" I asked my wife when she started to cover herself.

"I...I don't know," she said, "I guess...I mean...I can't stop thinking about it."

"W...why?"

"It wasn't just that...that you did it," she said, "it was...it was the way he told you to do it and how you reacted, you just...you just obeyed."

"I...I thought you wanted me to," I said.

"I did...I do...it's just...watching him pull his still hard cock out of me, seeing the...seeing the head of his cock pull out still squirting...there was so much inside me and he's pulling it out leaving cum all over me. I don't...I didn't know a man could...could cum that much."

"Hon..."

"And then he's like, lick her clean. He didn't ask if you wanted to, he didn't ask you to do it; he just...just told you to do it and you're like, yes, Sir. Seriously, yes, Sir? You told my lover, yes, Sir, as you got down and licked his cum off me, out of me."

"Hon..."

"I can't stop thinking about it," she said, "my husband, on his knees, licking my lover's cum off my pussy."