Peter hesitated.  He did crack half a smile when his wife Eva complimented his oral skills.  Maybe he could show Jim something after all, though any man would rather be a stud at fucking and intercourse than oral sex.<br/>He walked over to his wife, who was spread eagle on the bed, inviting him over with the wave of her finger.  Her pussy lips, glistened, look inviting and delicious. Kneeling down slowly he lowered his face to her pussy, which reeked of sex and cum.  He looked up at Eva, and over at Jim, both smirking, as he reluctantly flicked his tongue out, licking the outside of her folds, avoiding the cum that still oozed from her hole.<br/><br/><strong>"I don't know if I want to do this...I mean, the thought of his cum still on your pussy makes me nauseous" </strong>he confessed to his wife, hoping she would show him some mercy.