He inserted himself again and they collapsed onto the bed missionary style. He drilled Oohara Aoi over a hundred times, hard. Yet she wanted more and more. I thought at some point they might break the bed. Finally he started to grunt harder and increase his intensity. His cock looked enormous as it pounded in and out all the way. he wrapped Oohara Aoi legs around his back. “I’m gonna cum again! Let me milk you!” He pushed himself up to change his angle of penetration. Then I saw my wife move Oohara Aoi hips with frenzied passion, tightening Oohara Aoi muscles, and squeezing his penis. “Shhh…” He said, looking into his eyes. “Just enjoy. This is for you.” He closed his eyes as she fucked him faster and faster. He was no longer going in and out. Instead, she was the one massaging his cock with her sweet wet pussy. Oohara Aoi vaginal muscles, strengthened by years of yoga exercises, were now being used to massage another man’s center of pleasure in a most intimate and intense rhythm of tight stroking. ‘This is for you,’ she had said. Those words shot straight to my heart. ‘This,’ referring to a level of intense sexual pleasure, ‘is for you’, was a rare gift given to Oohara Aoi lover, not to me, her husband, given willingly, with a passion and desire not expressed for Oohara Aoi husband, but reserved for another man.