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One day, Ginger saw Mark relaxing on a couch; however, his bulge was very noticeable. "Oh my," she quietly mumbled, but still got a look from him. Mark looked down at his wife with a facial expression that told her to get on her knees. "Would you like to study manspreading, Gin," he asked, presenting his right hand by bringing it to her. Ginger, who knelt in front of him and happily kissed his hand, blushed as his hand began caressing her smooth chin. In comparison to what both of them have done, this would be a tame start. Ginger laid her head near him, snuggling part of Mark's right leg. "Why did you plan to sit like that this time," she asked. Mark sighed when motioning her to focus her eyes on his face. "It feels more comfortable for me, as this gives the genitals more freedom. As a fellow men's rights activist, surely you'll understand," he said. Ginger kept smiling as she looked up to him. "Mark, we've both been men's rights activists for many years. If spreading your legs is relaxing as you sit, I want what's best for you," she said.

Mark smiled gratefully to his wife as he heard her say that. "When I was young, Alexandre would tell me about the torch of philandry. He told me that somebody I would fall in love with will have that honor. I'm aware you've had that gift, not just the first name you've previously had, Virginia~" he said. Ginger's eyes teared up from happiness as she tried to look at her best friend. "Mark, you are the only man from your family who knows that name. Not only that, but you grew to admire it, something that I thought would have possibly been mocked, hence why I changed my name," she said. After this dialog, the two felt a breeze of love triggering each of their hormones. Mark's bulge grew as Ginger's breath kept enlarging it. "You seem pretty excited, too, don't you," he teased. Ginger nodded as she felt him patting her head. "I think I have a manspreading fetish," she said. Mark's penis was presented as he let it out. "Gin, you should probably get a towel," he said. "Why," Ginger inquired, confused by her husband's unusual request. "It's so that if I get head, cum won't drip on the couch," Mark said.

Ginger's cheeks, which have heavily blushed at the thought, signaled her to obey him, immediately. She went into what some dubbed the "master bathroom"; this name has been due to its high-valued items that raised the home's overall value. "Would the bed work just as well," Mark asked. Ginger shook her head, preferring to give him head on the couch. "No, I think you look even more dominant when you sit on a couch like that," she said with a blush. Mark, with a relaxed expression, looked in his room with the couch. "It's really convenient to have this green couch in here," he thought. Fortunately, the same couch was bought with the home. Ginger soon presented a soft navy-blue towel for Mark. "Shall we start now," she asked. "Yes," Mark said. When Ginger's tongue licked his erection, Mark felt his wife's head bob up and down. "I admire your foreplay," he teased. Ginger's white nails that would lovingly fondle Mark's testicles produced more arousal for more stimulation. "What a good wife," he thought.

Ginger continued with the oral sex as Mark found time for relaxing. "Gin, we may be flawed, but I've loved you for who you are," he said. Ginger was smiling as she heard him tell him he's loved her. "Thank you: I can't tell you how much those words mean to me," she thought. She hugged his legs as Mark rubbed her head with his hand. "I can see you feel the same," Mark said. To relieve his testicles, he ejaculated his semen into his wife's mouth, which gulped its "treat" from him. Once this process would be completed, Ginger's mouth was opening up once Mark pulled out. "When you spread your legs, how well did that feel," she asked. Mark's facial expression showed his satisfaction as he looked at his wife. "I think I'll feel even more dominant," he said.