Cassie loved Brady so much she learned to enjoyed oral sex a week before the actual wedding. She loved the taste of his cum and the way it felt in her...mouth. She developed a real craving for his salty nectar. On their wedding night when his cock entered her for the first time it was a little uncomfortable, but after the initial discomfort, she enjoyed that as well. As a matter of fact, she enjoyed sex so much that within a couple of weeks she was initiating sex as often as Brady was; if not. There was those once in the blue moon, lets say at a friends house and happen to see the girlfriends used panties laying in their bedroom floor or hamper and snatch it to take home and suck the pussy juices and pretty much had those panties wrapped around my cock for the next few days. Every once in awhile, i would do the same for my mom’s and s****rs panties when i visited…which i wish i took advantage of when I was living with both of them when we all lived under one roof. Anyhow…those few. I’m not normally an impatient person, nor am I a violent one, but the amount of tea that I’ve had within the past hour is beginning to test that theory. Out of habit, I tug at my hair in frustration, nearly leaving a mess of long, dark threads between my pale fingers. No messages, no missed calls and not even a text. ‘Fucking Natalie,’ I murmur, half to myself and half to my model. I down my third or fourth cup of tea of the hour and desperately need another. I don’t care if the caffeine will. We had the traditional churchwedding. My wife was beautiful, complete in the full white dress with a longtrain and veil. 'A vision of loveliness' as they say. All the ooohhs andaahhs that were murmured made me feel very lucky to be marrying thiswonderful lady.We settled down into a standard middle class life. House, two kids, a pethamster, all those things you dreamed of when younger. One thing I alwaysthought about, was to take my wife to Las Vegas and get remarried on one ofour.