Need some more time

We missed for a while, passing my cum back and forth until it has almost completely dissolved. By the end I think we were really just passing our own spot between us. My wife pulled back and smiled, leaving me to swallow what was left.

"That was amazing," Susan said at last.

"It was," I agreed.

"So...I know we have a lot to work on, but are we okay?"

I didn't even know how to answer that. If Susan had ever treated me like that before, this whole trip probably never would have happened. That had been some of the hottest love making of my life, right down to swallowing my own cum.

But still...there was Diego. Could I see myself staying here forever and becoming the "wife" of a guy almost half my age? Not really. But things could never go back to how they were before! I didn't know what life was going to look like post vacation, but I couldn't go backwards.

"Maybe," I said. "We still have a couple of days of vacation left. Why don't we just enjoy those and then figure everything out?"

"I think maybe I'm Mike'd out," Susan said. "And I really miss you and love you."

"I love you too, baby," I said, almost surprised by how much I meant it. "But I want to let this play out."

I could see the sadness on her face, but I could also see the realization hitting her that she had played a large part in causing this. It was odd at this point in our marriage to finally see that light in her eyes. Part of me just wanted to throw my arms around her and give in.

Another part of me wanted to make sure she felt it all. It wanted her to understand that she wasn't the only one who wanted me. I did have other options.

"Just give me a little more time," I said.