Wedding Instruction

When the wife and I lived in eastern Canada for a time, we became friends with a group of people centered on the college where I worked. There was a couple in the group, seven or so years younger than us (in their mid-20s), who were getting married in a nearby town and we’d all been invited to the wedding. A group of us wound up hanging out on the porch of our motel room the night before, including the bride-to-be (the groom had been off with some other friends, apparently because of some quaint tradition that the bride and groom shouldn’t see each other the day before the wedding). The groom was pretty popular in our group, but some of the women didn’t much care for the bride Shirley, finding her very opinionated and judgmental at times - for example, Shirley once told my wife that she was perverted because she liked it (a lot!) when I went down on her. It was getting a bit late, so we told the others we were turning in but that they were welcome to carry on on the porch.

The wife and I went in and quickly got ready for bed. She whispered to me that the inside of the room was visible through the thin drapes to the spot where Shirley was sitting and added,”If that little bitch thinks I’m perverted now, wait’ll the end of the night.” The wife lay down on the bed and raised the head a bit, giving Shirley more of a direct view of her lush tits and ass after she pulled her nightgown over her head. She spread her legs and pointed to her snatch (shaved smooth because of the heat and humidity of the summer), whispering to me, “You know what I want!”

I eagerly brought my face to the wife’s hot cunt and ran my tongue up and down her labia, sucking them in from time to time. When I spread her meat and went to work on her clit, she grabbed the back of my head in an iron grip and started to strongly hump herself against my mouth. Soon she came, her hips moving rapidly to give better access to my tongue, gasping as she held in her moans of pleasure. The wife told me to sit on the side of the bed and knelt in front of me. “Shirley’s moved to the opening at the end of the drapes and she can see directly in now. I’m going to show her your big cumshot,” she quietly husked.

The wife licked my balls, sending exquisite ripples of pleasure through them, before leaning a bit more forward and sucking on them. It was all I could do not to cum on the spot. She rose and sat beside me and took my throbbing cock in hand and began a slow, relentless stroke. My pre-cum provided all the lubrication I craved and I soon approached orgasm. Sensing this, she jacked my meat faster and harder, glancing out the window at Shirley, who was watching now wide-eyed. I exploded and the wife directed my ropes of thick, hot cum all over her hard-nippled boobs. She drained me completely and cleaned up the cum splatters with her nightgown. We collapsed on the bed, totally spent.

We all went to the wedding ceremony the next afternoon and returned home. A few days later, the groom told me that his wife “keeps asking for cunnilingus. She’s always been morally opposed to that before.”