A happy marriage

Physically, she’s not unlike Louise, except for being a little more petite. From her soft, smooth skin and clean fresh scent, I imagine her having spent hours languishing in a hot bath. Pampering, shaving and preparing. I picture her, a little like Cleopatra, with nothing to do except spend hours getting ready to come here and have sex. Flattering really. It is after all how my wife and I had spent this afternoon. Rachel is unquestionably a very attractive lady, and I’d always thought of Ruben, her longterm partner, as a lucky guy. But, I find myself surprised at how great it feels being naked with her. I give myself over and my kisses begin to wander too. Exploring the whole open arena of bare flesh suspended just above me. But I remain focused on the task of bringing Rachel’s sumptuous breasts to hard, firm points. As long as she keeps her breasts in my mouth, I’m going to stay with them. Her quiet moans mingle with the sound of my wife’s louder, less held-back heavy breathing, and it’s not longer before Rachel wants what Louise is getting too. She continues her ascent, and embarking on a new movement, up my body further, encouraging my kisses to trail down her stomach, rounding over the final bend, into the trimmed, deep brown fuzzy home straight of her pubic hair. My tongue nestles neatly into Rachel’s moist opening, and as she assumes her poise above me, I shoot one last glance over to my wife.

She’s definitely doing fine, one guy’s head still pressed firmly into her undoubtedly burning crotch, and a second penis floating at that moment just centimetres from her mouth. It’s obviously already made a few brief visits into her mouth, as a shiny coat of saliva covers its almost glowing end. Louise’s eyes are not searching my own but instead are firmly fixed on the bell ended shaft before her eyes. It looks similar in size to my own, and has that same veined, dark look that mine adopts when I’m close to orgasm.

No need to worry about her. On the contrary, knowing she is being well looked after is a big excitement to me. I return all my attention to my own business, now dismissing any possible doubts fully from my mind. As Rachel presses herself to my face, she leans forward slightly, over my head onto the headboard. A hand settles on my hair, and balls gently, the fingers spider over my scalp. Placing one hand round her legs and onto her arse cheek, I begin with slow movements of my rigid tongue. The mouth around my penis is running steadily up and down my shaft and I just copy those movements, drawing my pleasure on Rachel. Starting right from the very base, close to her dark butt hole, and slowly and deliberately marking a path, gently parting the labia, all the way up, ending by flicking over her clitoris. Rachel’s whole body reacted, the sensations causing her to take in her breath sharply, her vertebrae straightening briefly. A guttural grunt of satisfaction and pleasant surprise escapes her, and it catches the attention of everyone in the room. It is a clear sign to all that the game is on from our team as well. Pushing with my hand on her bottom, I maneuver Rachel to perform the same stroke again. Just as ardently, and just as slowly but this time delving slightly deeper between the ever moistening lips of her pussy, and eased by her increased wetness. Knowing what was coming, she panted “Oh.. Yeah.” It was quiet and private, but Carrie heard her.

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