I almost had a heart attack when he walked in, still nude and he handed me a couple more of his Hustler magazines and told me that if I wanted more to... just let him know, but I needed to keep them hidden from mom. I was just staring at his hard cock, and I don’t know where it came from but I blurted out “I want to try you.”“What do you mean?” he asked.“I want to try to suck your cock.” I repliedHe asked me if I was sure, and I could only nod my head yes. He stepped towards me as I was sitting. I slap her asscheek hard, and she yelps with pained surprise, her pussy clenching around me even tighter somehow, her asshole giving a little pucker as it stares up at me. Normally I would take things slow for a bit as she adapts to me. She always says how sensitive she is. But the Book means there’s no need for that shit. Standing crouched low behind her on the bed, I grab an asscheek in each hand and begin ramming home at whatever pace I damn well feel like. And my poor wife screams out into. Her nipples were bark brown in color jutting out of dark brown circles constituting her aureoles. Her tummy was flat as a pancake punctured in the center by her deep navel. But what was far more wonderful was her private part. About 2” below her navel had started a dense growth of black curly and thick pubic hairs that descended below and disappeared between her legs in a black triangle. It resembled rather like a French Cut beard on a gent’s face, the only difference being that it was situated. I'd never imagined there couldbe a man who would see through me and look deep enough to see a soulmate to marry. Yet here I am, in a dark cream dress fitted to the waistand flowing from the lines of my hips. The hem swirls around my calves,to show off my slender ankles and satin heels - not too high, I havedancing planned and when I spin, when my husband spins me, my dress willflare out beautifully and I'll laugh with the sheer joy of it.But that's to come, for now I have a convulsive grip on.