from the corners of his mouth and down the sides of his chin. Let it. He thought. He worked Suzie's foreskin back and forth with his hand and lips until it started to soften in his mouth. He lifted his head and looked at Suzie.
"All right?" He asked.
Suzie took a number of deep breaths and smiled down at Paul.
"You're leaking." He said, picking up the dribbles of cum on the tip of a finger and transferring it to his own mouth.
Paul stood and stretched. His neck was stiff.
"I'm getting too old for crawling about on the floor." He remarked, massaging the back of his neck.
"I don't agree with that," said Suzie, reaching up and unfastening Paul's belt.
Paul looked down at Suzie's fingers as they moved quickly unfastening and unzipping his trousers. By the time he stepped from them and Suzie had helped him from his underpants his prick was hard. Suzie stroked it for a few seconds then asked.
"Shall we go to bed?"
"Sure?"
"Yes."
Suzie stood up and, wrapping his arms around Paul's back pulled him close until their pricks touched through the material of his nightdress.
They kissed. Long and slow. Tongues touching. Suzie pulled away.
"You need a shave." He said, rubbing his chin and cheek.
Paul rubbed his own face. He would normally shave twice in a day. Especially if he was going out or going to fuck his wife. She had complained early in their marriage about his stubble.
"I'll go to the bathroom." He said giving one of Suzie's ass cheeks a squeeze.
"Don't be too long." Suzie said going to the bed and pulling back the covers.
In the bathroom Paul pissed in the bowl with difficulty with his still hard prick. Then he removed his shirt and quickly washed, paying particular attention to his prick and balls, and shaved. He finished and rinsed his face free of soap. He looked at his naked body in the full-length mirror on the wall outside the door to the shower cubical. Since their first meeting he had had started taking exercise for the first time in years. His stomach certainly was smaller. He had better shoulder definition. He'd even had his hair cut. He realised he was portraying the classic signs of a man having an affair. He didn't suppose his wife would notice. She paid little attention to him most days.
He went back into the bedroom carrying his shirt.
All the lights were out and all he had to see by was the glow squeezing through the blinds from the car park. He dropped his shirt on the sofa and fumbled for his overnight bag.
"What are you looking for?" Suzie asked softly.
"My bag. I have things in it." He wanted his condoms and KY.
"It's all right." Suzie said. "I've got something."
Climbing into bed Paul lay down beside Suzie's warm body and ran his hand between his legs. Suzie opened them as a woman would have. Paul lifted Suzie's nightdress and cupped his balls in his hand for a second before rubbing the soft, furry skin that led to his anus. His fingertip touched it. It was wet. Slippery. Paul pushed his middle finger against Suzie's anus and felt it open and allow him inside. He worked his finger in and out. First to one knuckle, then a second then finally in as far as he could go.