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My wife Anna is 6 years older than me; she is now 54, and I am 48. We met by chance at a tango evening when our mutual dance teacher introduced us (at the time, I didn't know he had fucked Anna several times). From the first glance, from the first minutes of conversation, I was irresistibly drawn to her. We danced and talked until late at night and only parted around three in the morning. We touched each other only within the strict embrace of the dance, but that allowed me to feel Anna's narrow waist with my palm, and her small breasts pressed against me in the dance with my chest. Her face, eyes, lips beckoned to me in the dim light of the cafe, but I didn't even dare to think about Anna's pussy,

she seemed so unattainable. Our first kiss happened after a week of nightly outings—restaurants, the theater—I tried with all my might to impress Anna and let her know that I could be attractive to her, including financially. Anna initiated that kiss, and she also determined its duration. It was an incomparable pleasure for me. I had kissed other women before and had been married, but I had never experienced anything even close to this. Anna's experienced mouth, her slightly swollen lower lip, her agile and skillful tongue—I didn't want it to end… ever…. I was so captivated that I didn't even think about the number of men's tongues and men's cocks that had penetrated Anna's mouth before that sweet mouth, with such expertise, engaged in a French kiss with me… those thoughts came later… and I confessed them to Anna, but that's not the point now… but the main kiss in our developing relationship with Anna was not that one, no. The main, fundamental, and ultimately, marital kiss was my long, open French kiss of Anna's pussy. Yes, I kiss my wife's pussy. I do it whenever she wants. I do it when she returns home after a long tango evening, when I wait so sweetly and submissively at home for her return. When we renew our wedding ceremony on the islands, at the invitation for spouses to kiss, I will kneel, Anna will place her foot on my shoulder, and I will kiss Anna's pussy with an enthusiastic and devoted marital kiss. My first kiss of Anna's pussy happened two weeks after we met, and a week after the very first kiss I mentioned. That evening, we didn't kiss with our mouths—Anna only allowed me to kiss her pussy. And only kiss. Anna didn't let me fuck her on that date. No, Anna was assessing how suitable my mouth, tongue, and lips would be for giving her the pleasure she needed. Anna doesn't come from a cock and never has. She comes from a tongue. And when she came intensely and unexpectedly for herself on that date, after 40 minutes of my enthusiastic and diligent work with my lips and tongue on her pussy and large, protruding clitoris, then she decided that our relationship had potential. Of course, I didn't know about that decision. I was captivated and stunned by Anna, her smooth, epilated pussy with the sexiest mole at the corner of her pubis, her reactions, sighs, convulsions of her entire body, and I wanted only one thing. Right then, after Anna caught her breath, I asked her to marry me. She smiled, gently stroked my cheek, and kissed me. But she didn't give an answer. She already knew the answer, but as a smart and calculating woman, she realized it was more useful and pleasant to keep me in the dark. So, I became Anna's pussy licker. Within two weeks of almost daily licking of her pussy, I realized that I only wanted to live this way and fall asleep every day with the taste of Anna's pussy in my mouth. I told her this and, on my own initiative, without Anna prompting, promised her not to touch other women. Anna's smile at that moment was inimitable; of course, she had been waiting for such a confession and rewarded me with a kiss. But I wanted more. I wanted to become Anna's personal, own pussy licker. And after four months, Anna graciously granted me that status. Moreover, she told me that she had been considering me as her pussy licker all this time and was confident that I would want such a status for myself. It was incredibly exciting to exchange promises to be her personal pussy licker and to seal it with a long licking of Anna's pussy to orgasm. Of course, I continued to ask Anna to marry me, but she still didn't answer. Nevertheless, after three months, she agreed to become my wife and let me fuck her pussy as a sign of her consent. As I later understood, Anna was figuring out how suitable I was for her in terms of social, sexual, financial, and other aspects, and when she realized that with a husband like me, she could get everything she wanted, she decided to marry me. At the wedding, Anna put a wedding ring on my finger, but the most important ring was not visible to the guests—Anna had put it on my cock that morning. On our first wedding night, I fell asleep absolutely happy, married, a husband-pussy licker of an older wife, with her ring on my cock, with the taste of her pussy in my mouth.