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Pink chased up the man’s neck. “Yeah. I mean. Whatever. I want us both to enjoy this. That’s the whole reason we’re here.” His cheeks flamed, and he quickly motioned to his wife and then back at himself. “Fiona and me to enjoy it, I mean. Not…you and me.”

I hid the snigger that wanted to erupt. Yeah, sure.

I wrapped my hand around the base of his cock and hovered my lips just over the head, but my gaze was on his wife. “There is no rule that says you can only use your mouth. The way you stop yourself from choking and crying like you’re in a bad porno is to start with your hand here. That way, he can’t get carried away and choke you. How much you take of him is up to you, not him. Yeah? Your hands don’t have to hang by your side like limp noodles.”

She nodded, watching while I stroked her husband’s cock a few times. I swiped my finger through the precum beading at his tip. “Good rule of thumb, teeth are not ideal. Don’t even worry about your lips. It’s your tongue doing most of the work here.

I fit my mouth over his cock, sliding up and down it a few times. He was big so I could tell how her teeth were getting in the way. “If you angle your head like this, it’ll help.”

I kept my eyes on her while I worked his cock some more, building him up.

He groaned, thrusting lightly into my mouth, clearly enjoying it.

I couldn’t even blame the guy. If I hadn’t had my dick sucked well in my whole first year of marriage, I’d probably be enjoying this too.

But this was what guys got for demanding their wives be virgins. They got bad sex until they practiced enough to get good.

Or until they came to me.

I kept commentating as I blew him, explaining to her everything as I went. “Once he’s warmed up a little, your hand goes here.” I cupped his balls. “Squeeze them. Play around with them. Pay attention to what he reacts to and what he doesn’t.” I dragged my tongue down the underside of his cock and licked his balls.

His eyes closed, and he widened his stance, giving me better access.

The woman’s eyes went wide.

I alternated between licking his balls and sucking his dick, gradually upping my pace until his hand fell to the back of my head and he was fucking me as much as I was fucking him.

My dick got hard behind my pants, not so much because I was attracted to him, but more because I liked giving head as much as I liked receiving it. Something I’d learned in college, before…

I slammed my eyes shut and got lost in the sensation, ’cause fuck thinking about what had come “before.”

He was close enough that a few more sucks would have sent him over the edge, but I wanted to give his wife every tip I could.

I pulled off and pumped his cock with my hand again. “If he’s close but not quite there, then lick your middle finger and…”

I pressed it to his ass.

He shouted, and I ducked out of the way, his cum landing on the hotel towel I’d laid down on the carpet for this exact reason.

His legs shook, and I milked his dick until he was completely spent.

Done, he staggered across the room to an armchair and collapsed into it. “Holy shit.”

Yeah, surprise, surprise. Even straight guys liked their assholes being played with.

The woman next to me breathed hard, her chest rising and falling. “That…I can’t do that.”

I winked at her. “You can. When he’s hard again, you can have a go.”

She nodded; her cheeks flushed.

I eyed her. “Does he make you come?”

The guy sat up straight. “Of course I do.”

I raised an eyebrow at the woman.

She gave a tiny shake of her head.