Truth be told, she didn’t need my tongue to prepare her for his cock. She was already wetter than I’d ever known her to be during our many years together. She was incredibly excited to take the plunge and become a hotwife. There was some apprehension, which was to be expected, but her longing for the hotwife lifestyle superseded her fears and concerns.
Her fingers threaded through my hair, holding me in place as I circled her pussy with my tongue. She moaned loudly as her hips bucked with pleasure.
I did my best to ignore her bull, preparing himself by the side of the bed. I’d never had an audience for any of my previous sexual activities, and I could feel tingles of nervous anticipation all over. Something I doubted he had trouble with. He had all the confidence afforded to someone with good looks and an incredible body.
“Let me know when you’re ready.” He said, his voice deep and smooth.
I gave her clit one last kiss before pulling away. It felt strangely sentimental, almost like I was kissing her fidelity goodbye.
“She’s ready.” I said, a croak in my throat.
I made room for her new lover on the bed as she took a deep, nervous breath. She wanted me to see it, to watch closely as he entered her for the first time. She also wanted the first break of our wedding vows to be a cock in her…
