His story is pending real-life events, and it is involving my real-life sweetheart. She is my girl, my wild girl, my special girl, and I am her ‘lil...G” and she is a special lady to me. I have written a few stories starting her(my way of mentally fucking her). This one is multiple session types, falls into the “first-time” theme because well if we do this it would be our first time. In this story, I myself is having a first-time experience so it is a lot different than my other types of stories.. She'd never treated him that way before, never. Right from their honeymoon on she'd been eager to see that he got all the loving he wanted. Even when she wasn't fully in the mood, why, she still gave herself gladly and seemed to enjoy the fact that he found satisfaction through her body. But not this week.The goddamned party had changed all that. After Sunday she was civil to him, but insisted on a hands off policy until, as she said, "I regain my sense of balance and perspective." It had been. She said you are back. I said yes and continued kissing her pussy. It was wet with her juices. She opened her legs and I parted her lips with my fingers and saw an engorged clit looking at me.I flicked her clit with my tongue and she shuddered. I kept licking her clit and she started bucking her hips. My wife was standing next to us and watching us. I noticed that she was fingering herself and squeezing her breasts. I motioned her to come to us. She came near me, knelt down and took my hard. It was his pretty lips, his mischievous smile, his delicate looking teeth, and the small constellation of beauty marks around it all which she found she adored lingering on. Once Jillian acknowledged this, Colin became a welcome fixture in her thoughts through the day and into the night, as she was in his. The next twenty-four hours passed and they were marked for Colin and Jillian both by intense meetings of the eyes and short nervous conversations. She asked him when he was leaving. ‘Two.