The blindfolded taste of lust-3

“Show me before you swallow.”

His wife’s voice surprises him. He had forgotten completely about her. He had again been caught up in the moment. He opens his mouth to show her, wherever she is, and them, whoever they are. He wonders just how much there is. A lot, he’s hoping. In one big gulp, he lets it run down his tongue, all the way down his throat, and again it sc****s its way through. Exhale. It’s over.

“Now it’s your turn. Get up.”

He does as she tells him. Standing up naked in the room, in front of two men he can’t see, but who’s cocks he’s just sucked and who’s cum he’s just eaten. Her bare breasts push against his back. A naked woman’s body against his. Suddenly, the room becomes even more full of lust than it had been, it seems entirely submerged in explicit desire, in taste and smell. He had forgotten about a woman’s body, about his wife’s round, heavy breasts, how they fall majestically when she undoes her bra, her woman’s belly, her smooth, moist, warm pussy. The taste of her pussy. The feeling of running his tongue through her wet slit and feel the fragility of a woman’s cunt. Kiss her labia like he’d kiss her lips, love her womanhood as he does her mouth. Her feet. Her hair in his hands when she goes down on him.