She wasn’t selfish, but she wasn’t easily intimidated either. I admired her for that trait.“Ryan, I’ll admit that this has all happened faster...than either one of us expected. Maybe you’re right, and we’ll burn out in a rush, but deep in my heart, I don’t think so. Call it feminine intuition, faith, or whatever you want, but my gut is telling me that there’s a possibility of a long and strong future, as long as that’s what we both really want. I can’t speak for you, but I do know what I want.. "Suck me baby, suck me now!" I yelled as I pushed my dick across her lips.My wife opened her mouth and the room was now filled with a****listic grunts as two grown men emptied their seed into this slut wife of mine. I came long and hard. I came so hard that my prostate actually ached as it pumped a massive load down my wife's throat. I don't think I had ever cum so much at one time before in my entire life. As the pulses subsided I looked across her back and saw him gripping her hips firmly. Dad looked over the top of his paper. "With marmalade?" he asked."If we've got any," I replied."Go on then," he answered before returning to his paper.I dropped four thick slices of bread into the toaster and went looking for the butter and the marmalade."You're in luck," I told him. "Mum must have liked you when she went shopping." I held up a jar of orange marmalade and one of lime. "Which would you like?" I'll have the orange," he said folding up his newspaper.I carried the two jars back to. I said “fine then if you want it inside then you must suck and make mine much harder” she did not like the idea. Then I said “if you dont suck then I cant get it more harder than this” so she asked “how much harder will this get, its already hard”. I said “mine is thick and needs good stimulation you will see the difference” with this she could not resist. She started of like touching mine with tip of her tongue seeing me for reaction. She was getting conscious of this act, I said “stop.