No, this wasn’t a competition, but she wanted to crow, to say ha, take that! She kept swallowing Keith’s cum as it pumped down her throat, barely aware that she’d crossed a line. Hell, she didn’t care she’d crossed it. It wasn’t cheating if her husband said it was okay. And Scott was already sleeping with him. So why not her? She could have a chance to engage in her own fantasies that she’d had about the man. When Keith finally eased his softening cock from her mouth, he let go of her head with one hand, again holding onto the base of his cock with the other. “Keep licking and sucking it, baby,” he hoarsely said. “Get every last drop. None of it gets wasted.” She did. He tasted different than Scott, but not in a bad way. Similar, but different enough she knew she’d be able to tell the difference. Only then did the full ramifications of what he’d said really start to sink in.
