Let me tell you what a good husband would do in this situation."I did as he ordered me. When I came before him his next words shocked me. I'd never s...cked a loaded wet well used pussy before. But his insistence that this was not only the right thing to do, but a husbandly obligation weakened my resistance. Additionally, there was something exotic about my wife's red swollen drippy slimy pussy lips that seemed attractive even if nasty and messy. I felt myself losing control as he pushed my. “Yes!” I smirked.“Did you have a good break?” she asked.“I did. I hung out with my friends and worked things out with Jennifer.”“Your first wife?” she asked lightly.“I suppose you could see it that way, yes, though Jennifer and I will never actually marry.”“But you are making a commitment to her.”“Yes, of course. The same commitment any man makes when he has sex with a woman - to bear responsibility for any kids that result. Of course, in this case, we’re planning to get pregnant.”“You actually. I give him a hug and listen to his heart pound. He touches my chin ever so lightly, gently raising my lips to meet his. I feel wonderful. He holds me as if he cannot live without me. I feel pride bursting from within. I can treasure him and he can protect me. I hold him tighter. He turns me around. I feel him kissing my lips. He’s kissing my neck ever so softly. Now he’s kissing my shoulder. He’s kissing down my back. Every time his lips touch me, I feel electric sparks shoot all over my body.. Saying, thinking, knowing, ‘my home’ wasn’t getting old, and I hoped it never would.“Where’re the girls?”“Your girlfriends are here? Together? They know about each other?” Hank shook his head.“I told you about my brother and his girlfriends,” Doug laughed. “Also, take me somewhere with liquor glasses.”“He told me you were dating three girls, that they were hot, and that one of them plays Mercutio in Shakespeare in The Park, or whatever it’s called,” Hank explained. “He didn’t say they knew.