I saw them kiss in the bedroom. Her arm was moving.
I got up because I had to. If I hadn’t, my dick would have snapped in two from the unbearable angle in my erection.
I went into the bedroom and sat on the bed. My jeans were so lumped up I had to lean back and arrange my package. Her back was to me, but he saw.
Their heads moved together much like the kiss Alissa and I had shared on our wedding day. It was hot and deep. His hands stroked down her graceful back to the gentle feminine flare of her hips. He slid his hands down further, cupping her small, single-dimpled butt cheeks.
A gentle squeeze there and a pulling ended their kiss.
He looked at me and my pants. Hesitantly, he offered, ‘If you want, I’ll suck you off. Or let you suck me—’
I waved a hand. ‘No, no. That’s okay.’ Fuck you gay boy. But maybe I wasn’t being fair. He didn’t look like he wanted to do it and was just offering to be… inclusive. Maybe I should’ve thanked him, but…
Alissa lowered to her knees in front of him.
He smiled down at her with affection and his eyelids drooped as her head moved forward. After a few head moves, he gathered back her hair.
She pulled off and looked up. ‘Huh?’
He shook his head and shifted so his side was to me – forcing her to shift with him. ‘So your husband can see.’
She glanced at me with eyes smoldering with heat and happiness. ‘Oh.’ Her right hand gripped his impressive shaft giving it little pumps and squeezes. she tilted her head and kissed the other side of his erection so she could keep eye contact with me. Her lips were open and sliding and her tongue was out and licking.
I groaned spontaneously and without control.
Sawyer considered me again. ‘Get comfortable, Enrique. Don’t be shy.’
I thought that was a damned good invitation. I extricated myself from my jeans with relief. My dick stood tall and hard.
My wife opened wider and took the head of his cock into her mouth.
I sighed raggedly and gripped my erection. I began pumping. Seeing my wife’s sexy lips sliding along his cock was the most natural and beautiful thing I had ever seen. His cock being worshipped by my bride’s mouth was fitting and just.
There wasn’t anything wrong with this, I realized. It wasn’t just good, it was wholesome.
She tried to keep eye contact with me but began focusing on his cock. She sucked at the head and stroked on his shaft.
Sawyer kept her hair out of the way so I could see it all. He sighed with contentment and closed his eyes as my bride sucked and licked his manhood.
I had to let go of my dick as it dawned on me that I loved seeing my wife suck another man’s cock.
He moved her head a little, and his hips too, as he breathed faster. The whole thing was so obviously familiar that it was done with no awkward motions. Yes, they had definitely done this hundreds of times before. It was so natural and upright that her sucking him was morally decent.
There was no wrongness about this and I was struck by his legitimately earned right to have my bride suck his dick. I was happy knowing my conscience was clear.
He lifted her with an uncomplicated motion. They kissed again, hungrily exploring each other’s souls.
He broke off. ‘I want to taste you.’
She sighed in disappointment. ‘Can we skip it this—’
‘It’s been too long. I want to taste you.’
Her shoulders dropped.
He laid her back on the bed beside me and knelt between her legs. His moves were so smooth they could only come from those hundreds of times of practice. His tongue licked up my wife’s clit in a tentative tease. She moaned and looked over at me, her mouth open and eyes glazed.
She reached for my dick.
I let her. A strange comfort descended on me that warmed some previously cold parts since this began.
I leaned over her and kissed her.
Her tongue pushed up at me eagerly and I tasted his cock on her tongue. I didn’t want to be bi for the guy because I wasn’t that way.
But he tasted good on her mouth. I could easily imagine tasting that in her kiss for the rest of my life – and being happy.
Very unbelievingly happy.
