Dear Miss Lisette,
I have been instructed by my wife to keep you informed of your coaching of her is progressing. She insists that my accounts of what is happening will be much for meaningful than for her to tell you what she thinks I am experiencing.
7/17/16
After taking a shower before bed I went into our bedroom where my wife was already in bed watching television and as I went to my drawer to get a pair of underwear my wife spoke up," honey why don't you come sit with me," she smiled as she said it and I thought maybe she wanted to have sex so I went over and sat on the bed.
She was wearing a new night shirt she bought that barely covered her ass. Not her usual attire, quite frankly a bit sexier than what she normally wore. As I sat down on the bed I leaned in to kiss her and she placed a finger over my lips before they touched hers," I think we should have a chat first," she turned to her nightstand and picked up a bottle of something and squeezed some of whatever it was into her hand. She turned back to me and draped her leg over mine. She smiled at me as I felt her hand grab my cock and start to rub something wet onto it.
She looked at me and it seemed she was having a hard time finding what to say so I went in for another kiss," let's talk I said," she laughed nervously as her hand was slowly rubbing my cock which was starting to lengthen in her hand. "I'm sorry baby I am having a bit of a tough time with this," she paused again while she massaged my cock which was starting to become more sensitive to her ministrations causing me to take a deep breath in. "Does that feel good?" she asked.