“Like what you see?” She asked.
He answered in the affirmative by sitting upright and kissing across her breasts, burying his face in their softness, before moving across and taking a nipple in his mouth.
“Gentle,” she said, “they’re sensitive.” With that, he lessened the pressure of his mouth and she purred with delight, rocking her hips gently back and forth as his mouth continued to work on her breasts as his hands slid over her exposed back.
Finally, she pulled away and tugged his shirt off over his head, pushed him back down and leaned in to slowly kiss him, pressing her breasts into his body.
Then, without a word, she got up and helped him to his feet, before leading him to the bedroom. She pulled his belt undone and pulled down his jeans and, as he was taking them off his feet, she turned away from him and pulled down her yoga pants, the material sliding slowly down her smooth ass, her lack of panties exposing her pussy.
“Do you want to eat me?” She asked, still bent over. And, without requiring any further invitation, he dropped to his knees and ran his tongue over her perfectly smooth pussy. She groaned and placed one hand on the wall for support, the other pushing his face deeper into her ass, as he slipped his tongue into her, sliding up and down, tasting her sex. He lapped at her, desperate for her taste, realising how much he had missed burying his face in someone’s ass.
Indeed, so engrossed was he that he nearly had a heart attack when he heard a cough from the door and, glancing over, his mouth still firmly placed on her pussy, saw the husband, her husband. So frightened was he, that he fell back onto his ass.
“Oh no, please,” said the man, a surly tone to his words, “don’t let me interrupt you eating my wife’s pussy. Especially when she seems to be enjoying it so.”
“I’m sorry, i-” began James.
“I was, as a matter of fact, Henry,” said Valerie to her husband, “young James here really has a knack for eating pussy. Maybe you could learn a thing or two.”
“I should go,” said James, not wanting to get caught up in a marital dispute.
“No, no,” said Henry, “start what you finish. That’s the problem with this generation, no stamina.”
“You’d know all about that, wouldn’t you?” said Valerie.
“I’m not sure I-” began James, again.
“Hush now,” said Valerie, bending down to James, giving Henry a full view of her pussy. “You’ve only had a little taste.” She leaned in to kiss him and he became aware once again of the taste of pussy in his mouth and, once again, horniness took the place of common sense.
She held out a hand and helped him to his feet, as Henry stood in the doorway, watching.
“Now,” she said, leading him to the bed, where she lay down and spread her legs, “why don’t you show him how it’s done?”
James looked down at her beautiful body, legs spread waiting for him, then over to Henry, who held out his hand as if to say, be my guest.
At this, he got back down on his knees and started licking her pussy once again, albeit more hesitantly. This time she went wild, moaning loudly and writhing under his slightest touch. He thought it was a bit much, but he could see from how wet she was getting that she liked what he was doing, so ate her out more enthusiastically, licking up her lips before finally settling on her clit, running his tongue around it in circles.