Her husband hopped onto the bed, and positioning his knees directly across their daughter’s chest, slid his throbbing cock into her mouth.“Oh shit...yeah….slurp on that cock bitch.” ‘Jesus Christ’, Alice thought. ‘Amanda must be stoned on d**gs. I’m gonna crucify him for this.’“Mmmm Daddy,” said Amanda between long slurps. “Your pre-cum tastes good. I’m gonna milk you like a dirty slut, like a porno star on crack.”He grunted as his daughter bobbed up on down on his cock, occasionally spitting on. In the midway, I bought a pack of condoms. All my way I dreamed of her and mine having fun whole night. I reached her home.Her door was open. I entered her home. She was bathing and asked from the bathroom if it was me. I said yes. (Believe me, I wanted to join her to bath). She came out after bath, wearing peach-colored kurti and light pink salwar. She was looking gorgeous. Her kurti was a bit transparent.I could see her black bra inside the kurti and her wet body as the kurti was sticking. I came in from the side door. And stood before our audience. I did thison purpose, because the woman being the groom wasn't that common,especially for many of the people here. I stood there waiting for thecrowd to stop murmuring, and when it was going on a little too long."Whenever you're ready for me to get married." The place went quietquickly.And then the music started, and the groomsmen and the bridesmaids startedmarching in and walking down the aisle, separating as they lined thesteps. “She left me for her boyfriend, sir. She said that I had neglected her, which to be fair I had at times, and that she never wanted to be First Lady of New Mexico. Mayor of Santa Fe was tolerable, if a bit hectic, but the Governor’s Mansion was just too much. She was the wrong wife for me at this point and I was the wrong husband for her. I understand your new worldview, and I can respect that sharing is good, but this wasn’t about that. It was about two fundamentally different lifestyles: hers.