My wife returns from a dinner date with a lover she has recently started to entertain. I ask how dinner was as they enter the living room. He answers that dinner was great. She turns to him, kisses him and says she will be right back then disappears down the hallway. He takes a seat in the reclining chair across from me and we make some small talk.
I hear her coming down the hallway, she appears to us wearing one of my dress shirts, buttoned at her navel. It is open just enough that I can see the side of her breast as she walks past me. She climbs onto his lap and passionately kisses him.
I see the sides of the shirt bulge as he begins to massage her breast as they kiss. Her hands are in close, fumbling, I can only guess she is unfastening his trousers. They break from the kiss and she arches her back, head raised, moaning as she appears to be stroking him. I hear the sounds of him sucking her breast as she raises up, then lowers herself with a loud moan. I am suddenly aware that she is without panties and has just taken him deep. His moans are muffled by her nipples as he continues his sucking as she begins as slow rhythm.
I hear her coming down the hallway, she appears to us wearing one of my dress shirts, buttoned at her navel. It is open just enough that I can see the side of her breast as she walks past me. She climbs onto his lap and passionately kisses him.
I see the sides of the shirt bulge as he begins to massage her breast as they kiss. Her hands are in close, fumbling, I can only guess she is unfastening his trousers. They break from the kiss and she arches her back, head raised, moaning as she appears to be stroking him. I hear the sounds of him sucking her breast as she raises up, then lowers herself with a loud moan. I am suddenly aware that she is without panties and has just taken him deep. His moans are muffled by her nipples as he continues his sucking as she begins as slow rhythm.