"Look, please can we," she pleaded, "I'll take my bra off, if you want."After three years of marriage she knew what I liked. She didn't have to wear a...bra, although she usually did, except when I asked her not too, or times like now when she wanted something."Do it now," I said.Her fingers undid the knot holding her top together to reveal her small bra. She's not that big in the tit department, a nice firm handful about a 'B' cup, I would say."So, can we please," she whispered.Her bra dropped. I’m so horned up I start slapping your wet cock all over my face, getting covered in your pre-cum.My pussy is so wet; you are looking down and can see me working on your big fat hard cock, while my other hand is rubbing my clit. You tell me to get one finger in. I get one in and you tell me to get another in ready to take your cock! You stand me up, move me over to the sink, and roll my skirt up, tits still hanging out. You kneel behind me spit on my clit and rub it in, as you work one finger,. ’And so that’s how it went for a week or so. I so desperately wanted to turn and glance at those tits, especially when she started masturbating herself some days in. But I loved her watching me so much, I couldn’t bare to do it. By week 2, she made it more intense.‘Today, I am going to sit behind you, and rub my tits on your back.’ I sat in her lap, wanking it hard, and felt those huge tits. It was incredible. By week 3, I wondered what else she had in. The front of the card boldly stated, “A WEDDING NIGHT GIFT”. Inside it expressed her hopes for a loving and pleasurable life together, the start of which could begin through an erotic and loving evening of discovery and experience together. Their suite was next door to mine with an adjoining door capable of expanding either suite into a shared enlarged suite. She explained my presence on the other side of that door, assuring them of my caring and gentle manner, but also of my experience with.