Guess Whose Pussy Part 6
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My wife had crossed every single person on the list I’d compiled for Guess Whose Pussy. Family. Friends. Neighbors. Acquaintances. The cute barista at the local coffee shop. We’d completely exhausted all viable options for people we both knew, and I thought that was going to be it. But then my wife, my brilliant, sexy, bodyhopping wife suggested we simply play a new variant of the game. I still wear the blindfold. I still wait in horny anticipation for my wife to come home in a different body every day, but it’s not a pussy that I’m guessing now. We’ve begun playing Guess Whose Mouth. It’s harder actually, because my wife’s blowjob technique is mainly the same in each body. It’s all about the tongue, the length, the thickness, and the scant few other details I’m able to gather. Like the hair that brushes against my balls. I’ve to where I can tell if it’s straight or curly. Everything is a clue. I still only guess right less than half the time, but I don’t care, I’m having too much fun. “Is it your mom? No, your sister again? My sister?” She garbles something, which I think was her telling me that I only get one guess. “Fine, your mom.” That idea alone makes me nut in her mouth. She swallows it, then laughs as she takes the blindfold off, showing me the hot body of my cousin. “My mom, huh?” she teases. “I don’t think I’ve ever sucked your dick with her mouth. I’m turned on just thinking about it.” What’s great is after we go through the list of different bodies with this variant, Jen promised we’ll start playing Guess Whose Asshole next!
The end.