Cum Again?

I was working as a sales rep in the Midwest in the mid 70s. I attended an industry conference and, like most of those events, visited the various vendors. I put my business card in some of the fish bowls for giveaways, but never expected to win. A couple days later I received a call from “Jane”, informing me I had won her comapny’s prize. Her company’s office was in a town near mine, so the next time I was traveling through there I gave her a call and stopped by. It was late afternoon, so she suggested we have a drink. The prize wasn’t that big a deal, but the chance to have a drink with her more than made up for it.  After our initial contact, we “found” reasons to get together on a regular basis. As things progressed, there was a lot, more time spent in the car in the parking lot than in the bar. After a few months her job responsibilities changed and she was out of the office more than in. One day she told me her husband was away for the week and she had the house to herself. That was all the invitation I needed.  I arrived late in the afternoon, so my boss wouldn’t think I hadn’t put in my time that day. It didn’t take long before we were in bed, doing those things people do in bed. What made the e=ent so memorable was that she was on top of me, swaying those beautiful breasts in my face and pumping up and down on my hard cock. I lost track of time, but I remember having a mind-blowing orgasm with her on top of me. For the first (and only) time in my life, I stayed hard as a rock. We laid there for a few moments, then rolled over with me on top. Our rhythm picked up and we proceeded to reenact our earlier action, only this time with me on top. As we got the the end of this great lovemaking, I again had a powerful orgasm. This time, I began to wilt and eventually pulled out of that sweet pussy.  That, my friends, is the only time I had two cums in one session without ever pulling out. I’m sure others have had that experience, but it is my one and only.  At the end of our session she said something that still has me intrigued. She said, “Yours is longer, but my husband’s is thicker.”  I wasn’t sure if I should take that as a compliment or a complaint. Either way, it was one of the most memorable days of my life. That was the only time we got together sexually. She told me a couple months later that her husband had found out about another guy she had fucked, so she needed to cool it. She later became pregnant and that ended any chance of a repeat performance.