"You taste so good," he said, and licked her over and over, up and down. Jennifer's arms were thrown back over her head, and I watched as her legs slowly opened. He wasn't pushing them apart, she was... my wife was spreading her legs so another man could lick her pussy. Somehow this wasn't what I expected, and it bothered me more than I thought it would, more than the thought of my wife being fucked. After all, she was here to experience a huge cock, a black man, things I couldn't give her. But I could lick her, she didn't need him for that.
