She stood at the window and watched as her lover crossed the courtyard, the mixture of his semen and mine trickling slowly down her inner thighs. She sighed with longing and returned to me, where I lay on the cum-soiled sheets. 

"Did you enjoy that, my love?"

She smiled softly. "You know I always do."

"Is it his big cock?"

"Yes, partly. But it's knowing that you enjoy it too."

"I do, yes."

"I could come again, if you'd help me."

"Of course." 

She kneeled over me and lowered her dripping pussy to my lips, and I moaned with pleasure.