Cumming would have been the last line in the sand. He was convinced he wasn’t going to cum. It wasn’t really cheating if he didn’t. He only climaxed with his wife.
Hmmm…..we’ll see about that (grin)…
I slowly worked his manhood with my mouth. His cock was warm, hard and masculine – it tasted so good. I bobbed my head up and down taking it’s full length. He looked down at me in complete lust as I walked him to the edge.
I felt his cock grow stiff and felt his body tense. I sat his cock on my tongue and stroked him with both hands, inviting him to give me his load. If he ever had plans to walk away, he lost his strength, because rope after rope of warm, salty cum painted my face and mouth as he moaned my name.