"Hey, bozo, wake up!" Anna said, digging her elbow into his ribs.
"Ow!" he said, "That hurts! Sorry I'm distracted. This was a pretty big deal for me, you know."
"I'll bet. I'm going upstairs. The boys wore me out today and we're going hiking in the canyon tomorrow, since you need time in the darkroom. I'm going to take a little nap," she said coyly. Her arched eyebrow and grin were signs he knew well. Was this a turn-on for her, too? He got the answer to that question sooner than he expected.
He talked a little to his sons about their day, then told them he was going to lie down for a while. He wasn't sure what to expect from Anna, but he was still pretty horny from his session with Sherry. He went upstairs, then opened the bedroom door quietly. He walked in and gaped at his wife, lying on the bed, posing seductively in the same black underwear Sherry had worn. "Do I look as good as Sherry?"
"Oh, honey, better!" he closed the door behind him, then moved toward her.
"You're way overdressed! Drop those pants, buddy!" she told him. He did more than that -- he threw all his clothes off. His hard-on was throbbing as he approached the bed. His wife stopped him before he could join her.
"Let me play, first," she said, taking his cock into her hands as she sat up. He looked down, watching her as she ran her fingertips from the tip of his dick down to his balls, then back again. "Would you want Sherry to do this?"
"If she does it like that..."
"You do have a nice dick, dear," Anna said as she leaned forward. She pursed her lips and kissed the tip softly, like she was kissing a baby. "So sweet. So soft."
"It's not soft right now, dear."
"I mean the skin, silly. I bet Anna would like it, too."
"Why do you keep talking about Anna? Shut up and suck my cock," he urged her, reaching out and pulling her face closer. Anna complied with his order, pushing her lips forward onto his dick, flicking her tongue at first, then pushing back and forth, letting his throbbing shaft push deep into her mouth. She let him have a few more strokes, letting him fuck her face, then she backed off a bit and started slurping his cock like an ice cream cone. Ron closed his eyes, letting the sensation overwhelm him. He felt like passing out...all of existence was blurry and peripheral, only his dick and his wife's mouth existed, only the feeling her tongue and lips made as they flicked and touched and lingered at just the right times, just the right places. "Oh, God, Anna..."
"No, not yet!" Anna pulled away from him. "You know what I want. Let me stand up." She got up off the bed and stood next to him. "I know Sherry wore these clothes and I also know she took them off. Did you watch her change?"
"Well, when she put them on, she went into the kitchen. She even left her bra on at first. It spoiled the picture, though, so she had to take it off."
"Did you watch that?"
"No, honey. She went back in the kitchen. Then she came back in just your panties and tank top."
"Did she look good?"
"I won't lie to you. She looked fantastic. And she relaxed very quickly, which is what I'm going to do unless we talk less and do more," he said, reaching down and putting her hands on his cock.
Anna started stroking him gently and asked, "Does she look better than me?"
"No, dear. I already said...oh, that feels so good...no, she doesn't look better than you. Different. Bigger boobs. Narrower hips. But you're both incredibly hot women." Anna continued to stroke him for a bit, then stepped away from him and stood looking at him.
"Did you watch her take this off, or did she go back in the kitchen?"
"No, she just stood there in the living room. After I'd taken enough pictures of her dressed like that, I asked her to undress. She pulled the top off first, then stepped out of the panties."
"Did you get a hard-on?" Anna was looking right at his face. She could always tell when he was lying.
Ron grinned, "Just like this one. Sorry, I'm human, you know."
"Did she notice it?"
"She said if it didn't bother me, it wouldn't bother her. Said she didn't know she could have that effect on men anymore."
"So she did this?" Anna asked, as she reached down cross-armed and pulled the top over her head. Ron had always loved her hair, dark brown and silky. It was beautiful the way it pulled up with the shirt, then cascaded back down just below her shoulders.