I didn’t take my turn right away but stood for a moment looking down at
my wife. She was covered with sweat, her hair plastered to her forehead.
Her pussy was twitching like it was still being fucked, and she continued
to make mewing sounds. I slowly got in bed with her and began to kiss her
gently, working my way slowly up her body. The others recognized the change
of pace and quietly filed out of the room, leaving me alone with Debbie. As
I cleaned her tits with my tongue, Debbie brought her hands up to caress the
hair on my head. I looked up and saw her eyes were open for the first time
since John had driven her into semi-unconcienseness. I slid farther up on
her and covered her with my body. She guided me into her, and then wrapped
herself around me and held me tight. I started a slow, gentle rhythm of
love, different from the violent pounding she had experienced from the others.
She kissed me tenderly, her tongue probing softly for mine.