Abigail lay back as her husband continued licking and toying with her sex. She felt him begin to move towards her clitoris, which made her react with tensing her body - this was usually the point at which his enthusiasm and roughness would begun to be uncomfortable for her and the point when she would end the oral attention. But there was something difference this time. And after a couple gentle licks over her clit she felt him begin to poke at her with his tongue which suddenly surprised and alarmed her. "Robin..." she said to herself. This was one of Robin's techniques, one which Abi loved, but still. And a technique that was unmistakable. She had had sex with a lot of men and women over the course of her life and literally no one else had ever done that to her. How did Xavier think of doing that? He had spent all day yesterday in Robin's company. Did Xavier ask for Robin for advice on how to perform cunnilingus on his wife? Did... were they... did they... "Impossible! No way!" She thought. But she was now sufficiently distracted that despite Xavier's attentions and improvement of his attentions nevertheless the sense of excitement and arousal had begun to dissipate. She forced herself to moan, since she suddenly realized that her musings on Xavier's (borrowed?) technique had rendered her momentarily silent.<br/><br/>She was ready to move on, she reached down and pulled him up to her and sought out his lips, kissing him passionately and deeply. The taste of her own wetness on his mouth re-sparked her arousal. She continued to kiss him as she moved her hands over his chest, down lower and lower until she began to rub is cock through his pants and cup and squeeze his balls. Finally she pulled away and indicated by beginning to undo his belt that she was ready to have him remove his pants.