I knew about my wife’s tradition when I married her, but I didn’t think she was being serious. Right after our wedding, she took me back to our room so I could understand what it really meant to belong in her family. She was waiting for me, wearing only the sexiest lingerie I’ve ever seen and her veil. I wanted to fuck her brains out, but she was not alone. Her stepmother and stepdaughter were with her, and if I wanted to be a part of their family, I had to fuck each generation, one by one. All three of them claimed to love me as they made me lie down on the bed, removed all my clothes, and caressed every inch of my body. As they all licked my balls and sucked my dick, they asked me if I felt the sexual energy of their ancestors. If I’m being honest, I did. I’ve never been that hard or felt that horny. I could pound them forever. I have to respect family traditions, and I wanted to be a husband, so if I had to slide my dick into all of them and ensure every pussy got licked, I would.
