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closed my lips around his cock and sucked him in slowly, allowing my throat to expand around him without triggering the gag reflex.  
    With the vision of the woman in the porn movie in the back of my mind, I moved my lips up and down his length, massaging his shaft with one hand and his balls with the other. Mark heaved and groaned, steadying himself by leaning against the nightstand. He put his two hands behind my head and pushed me to him. My throat opened, and I couldn’t believe how far down I could take his hardness in.  
    We hadn’t had oral sex in years, and never like this. I didn’t remember it being a pleasant experience. Now I understood the look of joy on the woman’s face in the movie. Seeing how I pleasured Mark gave me a feeling of power and satisfaction. I wanted to give him everything his body longed for, and right now, I knew it was release.  
    I began to swirl my tongue over and around as I moved my mouth up and down his shaft faster and faster. His moved his hands from my head to my shoulders, gripping me tightly. I sucked him in as deep as I could and moved my hand along the base of his dick with short, rapid strokes. I squeezed firmly, increasing the pressure until I felt him throbbing. I looked up and watched as Mark threw his head back. He let loose a guttural sound from deep in his throat.  
    I felt the warm flood of his seed unleash in my mouth, and I slowly pulled back off him. Most of the delicious liquid slipped down my throat, but some spilled out and trickled down my chin. My hands slid around his girth, and I felt Mark twitch, as if I were tickling him. I looked up and smiled, wiping my chin gently with a finger, and then putting it my mouth to taste him again.
    Mark sat down on the bed. I was still kneeling on the carpet, and I turned myself so I was positioned between his legs. I hadn’t had enough. I wanted more. I put my face in his groin and began licking him clean. Mark groaned, spread his legs wide, and watched as I caressed his manhood top to bottom with my tongue. When I reached under his scrotum and began to gently stroke my wet fingers between his cheeks and up toward his rectum, he moved away from me, placing his bottom out of reach.
    Mark took my face between his hands and kissed the top of my head. He then leaned back so that his arms were outstretched as he gazed at me. When he spoke, it was a hoarse whisper.
    “Who are you, and what have you done to my wife?”  
    I giggled. “I had a makeover. Like it?”
    Mark pushed himself back onto the mattress so he was sitting with his back against the pillows, legs outstretched on the bed. “Stand up,” he ordered, “and turn around so I can take a good look at you.”
    As I stood up, I slipped off the thong and stepped out of it. I was now naked, except for my black high heels. I took a step back from the bed and twirled around, standing perfectly still when I completed the turn.
    Mark shook his head, but he had a huge grin on his face. I could see he was hard again. He opened his mouth, but then closed it again.
    “Well,” I said, putting one hand on my hip and the other behind my head, pin-up girl fashion. “At least tell me how you like my haircut.”
    He reached over and stroked the thin strip of hair that remained on my mound. “I love it,” he said, dipping his finger over my clit, down into my folds, and up inside me. “I fucking love it.”  
    I gasped with pleasure. Tears spilled from my eyes, over my cheeks. “Mark, I only want to make you happy. I was a little afraid, you know, that you wouldn’t want me, or that you’d laugh.”  
    He rotated his finger inside me, and I felt myself melting. I put one knee up on the bed, spreading my legs so he could reach even deeper. Mark pulled his finger out and let it slide through my folds and back over my clit, which was now bursting out, pink and hard. When he touched it with his wet finger, I saw stars. I felt a gushing from deep inside me, and when I looked