Turn around of shy wife

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Rehana made eye contact with Saleem for a split second and I saw the amusement creep across her face; women, especial have an instinctive understanding of some things. "He was very large," she stated.

"Oooh, tell me!" encouraged Saleem. I wasn't quite as enthusiastic, but I had to admit that I was curious. 

She paused as if pretending to have to think about it. "Well, long, I suppose. Actually, pretty damned long. But it was more the thickness than anything else."

"How thick?" Saleem practically demanded. Rehana's response clearly shocked her. It shocked me - in fact, I had a hard time believing her.

"Um...a little smaller than a coke can, I guess," she said quickly. "I don't remember that much now. It's been a long time." Have you not seen in those pictures you have taken and the film you have made of me fucking his big lund

Me : but I wanted to hear from your mouth honey

I had a feeling that she was trying to change the subject out of concern for me, and she put her hand lightly on my thigh. What we were both surprised to discover then was my rock-hard erection. She tried not to let her expression break as her hand slid onto my crotch to explore the tent in my shorts, and for my part, I tried not to let the feel of her fingers show on my face either.

More to test out my reaction than anything else, I think, Rehana decided to go a little farther in her description. "At first it was kind of too much because he was so big. But once we had sex a few times I got used to it. He was too big to do much more than missionary because it would start to hurt, but it felt great going in!" All the while, her hand was exploring the front of my pants and feeling my dick jumping at her words

A few days later, Rehana brought up the topic while we were lounging on the living room couch. I had more or less relegated it to the back of my mind, but it must have been burning a hole in her curious mind.

"Honey, can I ask you about something?" she began. I looked down at my wife, lying in my lap, muted the television and nodded. Rehana thought for a moment.

"The other day when we were at that restaurant with you, and I talked about my Amit...well, you were really hard..." I didn't say anything - I wasn't sure what I should say at that point. I just let her keep going.

"Did I turn you on?" she asked. Then a mischievous gleam lit her eyes. She started teasing me. "Did I get you excited talking about that big dick and how he used to fuck me?"

Sure enough, my cock began swelling rapidly. I can't attribute it all to her words. Rehana looked very desirable just then, with her dark-red painted lips, thin blouse loosely pooled around her succulent breasts with their firm nipples, and a simple pair of white cotton panties. Not fancy-vixen sexy - more that comfortable, sensual, everyday woman eroticism that can melt a man where he stands—or sits, in my case.

No doubt she felt my soldier saluting against the back of her head, and a little smile crossed her face. "Such a big dick," she murmured. "He could fuck my brains out." She pushed her panties to one side and ran two fingers through her slit to moisten them, then rubbed her clit. "I felt so full. It was like he was going to break me in half."

Rehana rolled over onto her side and fished my hard prick out of my boxer shorts. In seconds, her red lips were descending on my shaft leaving her saliva clinging to my flesh as her hand stroked the base. Her fingers were busy between her legs while she sucked me, rubbing at her clit and plunging into her moist snatch. 

It was a wonderful blowjob, all the more so because it was unexpected and sudden. But those are always the best from her when the mood is right, my wife is very spontaneous in bed. I watched my cock disappear into her mouth as she bobbed up and down. I do not have a coke can for a cock, it is only 4" hard and not that thick.