No: she sucks off her husband while he ogles the centerfold

“Bringing back memories?” my wife teased.

“Yeah. Good times.”

“Hmm. Feels to me like very good times.”

Elizabeth gently rested her hand on my crotch, testing my hardness. I glanced up from the magazine and looked into her beautiful green eyes—

Zip. Elizabeth fished my aching cock out into the open. I quickly glanced around—our car was sitting in the middle of a public parking garage, after all—but there didn’t seem to be any possible witnesses heading our way.

Elizabeth leaned down into my lap and gave my erection a series of slow, sensuous kisses.

“Keep looking at the pictures,” she whispered

Then my gorgeous wife engulfed my cock with her mouth.

Ohh, yeah…

I dutifully returned my gaze to the photos of our friend, pulling out the centerfold to ogle an unbelievably sexy picture of Corrine: kneeling on a picnic blanket, arching her back, thrusting out her prodigious chest as she poured an entire jar of honey onto her tits. Sticky sweet nectar dripped down from her delicious nipples.

Down in my lap, Elizabeth withdrew her lips to catch her breath, stroking my wet shaft with her fist. She tormented me, teasingly swirling her tongue around the very tip of my penis before finally diving back down—this time for keeps—her head rising and falling on my lap, licking and sucking with abandon.

Looking at the centerfold, I couldn’t help but recall the way it had felt, all those years ago, when I’d first held Corrine’s glorious naked body in my arms. How it had felt to bury my cock inside her enormous, soft cleavage.

Then I flashed back to all my gorgeous friends from high school, and all the amazing sexual experiences we’d shared.

And I exploded into Elizabeth’s mouth.