The blindfolded taste of lust-4

In his car, the clock says 9:45. His wife isn’t expecting him for another 45 minutes. He drives in the dark streets. The taste lingers, but is fading away. Right then, it becomes somewhat pleasant again. The scenario keeps playing in his head and each time, he stops it at his own orgasm. He had cum in a man’s mouth. The way he had swallowed it all. The way he had wanted it. And he replayed his own moment. It seemed far away, now, and a lot more arousing. He actually concentrated on what was left of the taste. The peculiar taste. His heart began to pound, his body became warmer. Would he kiss his wife? Would he ever tell her? Would he someday swallow a man’s load before blowing his. He sure as hell hoped so. He would ask for the video at least. It would be a reminder.