As the engagement grew lengthy, I usually wore it on a chain around my neck. It was on my finger during the ceremony, when we exchanged matching bands... So, I had two rings on a left hand that was used to having none. No wonder I fidgeted. I held them up for her to see.Lars was amused. He suggested I wear the promise ring on my right hand or put it aside for a daughter. That was very Lars—simple, practical, family-oriented. In that light, I gave up trying to get the rings to coexist. The band. She wrapped herself in the cotton robe with the lotus flower embroidered on the lapel, slipped on the complementary slides. Before she left, she used the keypad on the backside of the door to create her new passcode: 101001She exited her room and pulled her door shut and saw a man walking away from her down the hall. He too, wearing the white robe and slides, was exiting a room two doors down from her. She waited and watched him turn the corner into the main area before she started walking to. I hop in and do my business, turn the water off and step out. You have towel I asked, I heard her bed Creek as she got up and made her way down the hall. She peeks in and tosses the towel at me, umph she exclaims as I begin to dry off. She takes me by the hand, guides me down the hall and points to her bed. I sit but she immediately says to lay back. I lay back placing my hands behind my head, she moves closer to the point of now standing between my legs. She crawls on top, places one finger. I began to taste the smallest amount of Tyrone's cum on his cock and I knew for sure that he was cumming. He pulled out for one last thrust but ended up in my mouth instead of my wife's cunt and shot his final blast into my throat. I loved it, and so apparently had Tyrone, because he lingered there and thrust his black cock back and forth in my mouth a few extra times.Then my wife looked back and said, "Stop sucking his cock and eat me out. You can get his cum easier that way." Tyrone pulled.