So, it was the dream and finally as expected I ended up as a virgin and my marriage happened.The only thing that made things worse was my sweet honeym...on period (the period between engagement and marriage) as I found her reluctant to all these sort of love. The girl I married was born and brought up in a village but lives in a district headquarters. She was working and average built whitish and got good assets. So my dreams were sky rocketed when the marriage days were near.She used to tell me. And it was a set of sights and sounds that had me genuinely struggling to breathe. My beautiful forty-four-year-old wife had shed her sexy white dress and her matching white panties. She was sitting side saddle astride Daryl’s lap, her only clothing being her five-inch black heels. Her head was thrown back, her legs splayed as wide as she could push them, as Daryl worked three of his massive fingers in and out of Jill’s pussy with a speed and depth that was truly frightening.Daryl’s other arm. I eat on them till then both became red.She got up from my lap and removed her dress completely standing with only a panties. I put my hands around her bouncy ass and slapped it, but she pushed me on the bed and jumped over me. She gave me another deep kiss with her hanging boobs crushed on my chest.She slowly moved down and started pleasing my cock above my shorts. Then she slid down my shorts and my 5.5 inch tool stood straight hard as a rock. She caught it in her hands and started to massage. So I wander into the room, acting casually. I've changed into a white silk blouse, short black skirt and high heels. The blouse is low cut and semi-transparent and you can see that I'm not wearing a bra, my tits and hard nipples are pushing against the filmy material. As I walk around the room, I bend over and my skirt lifts so you can see my stocking tops and get a glimpse of suspender clips. "What do you think of these stockings?" I ask conversationally, lifting my skirt and doing a twirl so.