'This is why I married you,' said Margaret, beaming.
'Are you sure THIS wasn't the reason?' he asked. He dropped the napkin he was holding to cover himself and opened his shirt to reveal his cock. It was at least a foot in length, and the foreskin looked thick beneath the bulbous head.
Margaret licked her lips. She ran a finger through the pre oozing from his slit and brought it to her mouth. She locked eyes with his and sucked her finger clean. Then she dropped to her knees, and wrapped her thick lips around his member.
He ran his hand through her hair as she bobbed her head. The whispy threads thickened between his fingers. He unbuttoned the rest of his shirt with his other hand and shrugged it off. Gliding his hand over his chest, he noted how silky smooth it felt, as if he'd waxed like the young men did these days.
Margaret pulled her head back and he let go. She pulled passed the ring of his foreskin and kept going, his bulbous head looking more like a tube, and then her lips stretched as though caught on something. She pulled back more and the sound of a wet pop filled the room. The tip of his cock was flat and flared.
Margaret stared at the odd shape. She blinked a few times, then smiled and pushed her tongue into his large slit. His legs shook, and a dollop of cum oozed onto her wet muscle. She swallowed it like a tasty snack.
Seeing his wife behave like such a sex starved harlot pushed him over the edge. His balls tensed and he shot a thick wad straight into his beloved's face. She jerked back in surprise, but leaned forward to accept his second, third and fourth volley. He covered her face in a thick layer of his jizz and stumbled back. His cock, spent, retracted into his strange foreskin.
Margaret wiped the cum from her face into her mouth, sucking her fingers clean each time until there was none left. Her skin gleamed, and it looked young and vibrant in the light.