Jeanette pushed him away from the bed and sat back, licking her lips until they glistened. She slowly unbuttoned a bit more of her blouse, revealing the smooth mound of her breasts straining at her bra. At some point she'd managed to change into a small lace push-up number that barely concealed her nipples. Now she popped her left breast slightly up out of the bra, peeking the nipple out with her hand. Jeanette's finger lovingly circled the aereola and pinched with her thumb until the nipple was jutting out dark and hard. Oliver licked his lips and started forward, his hands itching to replace hers. She stopped him with a stockinged foot on his chest. He grabbed her leg, following the curve down with his eyes as his hands caressed her calf through the silk. His wife purred, her right hand zeroing in on the target of his eyes, pulling the dripping thong aside to brush back and forth across her lower lips. He pushed against her foot, trying to get in there, but she pushed back hard so that he had to take a half step back or fall down. He could see her fingers glisten with her juices, and smelled the aroma he so wanted to taste. As she inserted her fingers into her snatch, her foot drifted down past his belt and began to caress his erect member with her stockinged toes, paying special care to rub the dripping head with the ball of her foot, around and around so that the wetness slicked across the stocking.
Oliver grabbed her foot and ground his groin against it as her fingers plunged deeper and deeper into her pussy. She rocked her hips with each plunge, which set her foot pressing against his cock again and again. Oliver couldn't stand it; he tore off his belt and dropped his pants, letting his cock completely free. His hands found his penis and he began to stroke it against her foot as she pressed it into him, her hips rocking faster and faster as she sank three fingers to the knuckle inside herself. Her hands blurred, one vibrating her palm on her clitoris while the other pulled and pulled on her nipple. They both pumped faster and faster; by now her stocking was covered with his pre-cum and he was groaning louder and louder with her moans. When she came it was titanic: their eyes locked, her pupils dilated wide, mouth gaping with gasping breaths, and her body shuddering and shivering with orgasm. Oliver could barely stand it, and pinched the base of his cock to delay spurting all over her stocking. That would have been fun, but he hoped that Jeanette was up for more still.
He had little to fear; after a minute of lying spreadeagled on the bed, Jeanette sat up, a lascivious grin lighting up her face. "That was good," she breathed. "But now I need dessert." Oliver knew his cue; he stepped forward as she sat up. Her mouth gaped open and she pretended surprise when he slid the tip of his cock over her lips onto her tongue. "Oh!" she said, her voice partially muffled by his organ. "This isn't what I meant, but it'll do!" |