Sorry for that, but past is past. So let’s dive into the story.It was 7:30 am in the morning, I suddenly felt sucking on my cock. I was wondering wh...t happened. I opened my eyes and saw that my beautiful wife was satisfying my throbbing boner. She was sucking my boner like a wild beast. Even though I was enjoying it, I asked her “What about your brother?”“He must be sleeping. Don’t worry”, she said. I released my entire cum into her mouth and she left to clean herself. While on the bed I was. Actually we were in front of one of several cabins."We've put most of the weddin' party in the cabins," the driver said. "Couple more'll be comin' today." Thanks. Do we register or sign in or what?" I asked."Jus' come in any time. Have a cold 'un. Whoever's there'll sign you in and run your plastic." Great. Thanks."It was slightly cooler inside. Windows provided a slight breeze."Is there anything you want to do here?" Rachel asked."Two things: there's a local museum and Cameron's hand-carved. Withone hand stroking my erection and the other on her breathing regulator, I knewwhat she had in mind. She wasn’t that experienced a diver, and I thought aboutstopping her, but, oh man did I want it. Feeling the currents of water runningalong the length of my dick, Frieda took a couple of deep breaths, pulled theregulator from her mouth and took two quick tentative sucks before taking abreath. Trying again, she was able to take a few more, and after a few moretries, with a determination to do. She stays in there quite a while longer, probably drying her hair on my towel, maybe thinking about how to act natural when she’s in my apartment wearing so little. She emerges, looking like her spirits have slightly risen, and hangs her clothes on the drying rack to the side while I pour the tea. “So why was this night so sour?” I ask. I look at the drying rack, and I’m disappointed to see that she only took off her dress – still wearing underwear “That guy Derrick. I think he’s hooking up.