"Take them off." She sighed as he stroked her calf through the sheer nylon.
He began to unfasten her stockings from the suspender belt with trembling hands.
He worked slowly, teasing her now, building up the sinful tension. Any thought of his wife and his children, just upstairs, were forgotten. First he languorously rolled down one nylon stocking, following its path with his tongue, and then did the same on the other leg.
If he was honest, he'd been longing to do this since she'd stripped off in front of him.
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Gethsemane used her hands to pull aside the thin fabric of her panties to reveal her shaved pussy to him. With two fingers she parted her pussy lips, enjoying the way the obscene sight made John's eyes fill with hunger.
He hesitated, his conscience flaring. He knew this was wrong. He'd enjoyed going down on his wife as part of their lovemaking. Until now he'd thought oral sex as a private, intimate act between two people connected by love.
He ran a hand over her hot bare mound. He'd never minded that Libby kept her bush trimmed but Gethsemane's pussy enthralled him. It was mouth-wateringly succulent.
John swallowed. His conscience was screaming at him. He could still stop this now with his fidelity tarnished but mostly intact. He was practically drooling.
She ran her hands through his thick hair and pulled his head down to her crotch.
He inhaled deeply, drawing the ripe scent into his nostrils, delaying contact to savour this moment. Her pussy lips were swollen with arousal and with two fingers he stroked them then parted them to reveal the silky pinkness within. She was glistening with juices.
Spreading her legs roughly he buried his face between them.
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Gethsemane played with her clit as John's tongue entered her, lapping and delving into her eager pussy. His first new pussy after years of contented monogamy. John had loved going down on his wife but her pussy was nothing to Gethsemane's.
"God, your pussy tastes so good." He moaned, adding two digits to the mix.
"Ahhhh that feels so good..." She replied as John finger-fucked her tight slit. Her body was aching with pleasure and she had to play with her nipples to supply the craving that wracked through her. She was thrusting her hips, forcing the married man to eat her out harder. Her juices were flooding his mouth, a rich nectar of lust.
He wanted to pleasure her with his tongue, probing her deeper as his senses ached as her body responded. The feel of her thighs, her taste, the sound of her soft whimpering. His eyes looked up at her shuddering, bouncing tits and at the faraway look in her eye.
He couldn't help smiling wolfishly at her slightly surprised expression. She hadn't expected this hard tongue lashing from this small town husband.
He sucked on her labia for a while and gently took her clit between his teeth.
"Jesus..." Gethsemane howled.
How quickly this father of two had transformed into a hardcore stud, being with a real woman making him be a real man. All those dark urges long hidden brought to the fore by her sopping pussy. With this slut he could treat her how he'd always secretly wanted to treat a woman; unrestrained and nasty.
The thought caused a paroxysm of excitement down her spine, she run her fingers through this thick dark hair. Her second orgasm that night was close.
As she writhed on the stairs, moaning, he grabbed her waist and pulled her nearer, her heels on his back spurring him on. His fingers inside her, his teeth on her clit, she came and came hard.
