The Answer

I licked and sucked, but it seemed to never stop. Just when I thought I licked her clean, more oozed out. Then I realized Lexi was having an orgasm. This was no act. My wife was actually getting off at me tonguing her cum-laden pussy.

Then, suddenly Henry abruptly announced, "Okay, it's a wrap. Let's pack it up. We got to get this to edit."

Lexi pulled the blanket over us. Within a short period, the crew was loaded into the van and house put back in place. Henry came back to the bedroom before he left and said, "Well, that wasn't so bad, was it?" Lexi just stared at him, not responding.

"I just wanted to thank you, Babe. If you start to miss my big black dick, you've got my number. Talk to you later. I'll lock the door as I leave."

We lay there in silence, kind of shell-shocked. Finally, I asked, "You're not going to see him again, are you?"

Lexi looked up in my face, interlocked her fingers in mine, and said, "...No, never again."

"I'm delighted to hear that. How do you think this will effect our future?"

"You think too much. For now, let's wash off, change these sheets and get some sleep. We'll talk tomorrow."

A short time later we were showered, but there is some filth you can't just wash away. As I listened to her sleep, I wondered where tonight might lead us. Life seems to always surprise me. The last few days showed me things don't always go how we plan.

The end.